Friday October 9th 2009 - The Return of the Native

I sneaked out of work at 3 PM hoping to arrive home before Bryce found our house. He was walking from the Newtonville, MBTA station - about a mile away. Madeline had just got home from school, but no Bryce, so I drove in search of him along his expected route. Just before the end of the street, I spotted the unmistakable apparition of Bryce in full backpacker rig, trudging along in a slight drizzle.
We had a couple of hours before dinner so went for a walk to the Charles river at the end of our street, crossed the pedestrian bridge, and went to the local supermarket specifically to purchase oatmeal, milk and Twinings tea bags. The Charles river is the "Yarra" of Boston and of a similar size. When crossing the bridge, despite being only 10 miles from Boston, one can imagine that this was exactly how it appeared hundreds of years ago.
It's a Friday night ritual at our house to dine out, so we decided on The Diner, an American diner-style restaurant with corresponding fare in Watertown. Diners were typically started in the 1930s or so in old railroad cars, and this one was modeled along those lines, even complete with a curved interior train-carriage-like ceiling. The menu features many relatively exotic items, so at our recommendation, Bryce tried the Bison burger. As we were leaving, he sensibly declined to buy a souvenir t-shirt or mug. Madeline liked Bryce, saying "he's funny", humorous that is.
Note that this blog is supplemental to Bryce's blog at http://brycelittlestravel.blospot.com.