Pillow Talk

Cheers to Boston

Eddie and Jamie got into their rental and turned on the radio as they drove the hour down to Boston. "We have to find Boston Common," Eddie directed assuming Jamie wound be able to navigate Bostin in his sleep.

"Eddie, do you have any idea how horrible it is to drive around Boston?" he asked. "Even with a map and some direction sense, it's a nightmare."

"You were the one who requested we stop here, remember?" Eddie reminded him. "I suggested we bypass it and you said, 'But honey, we can't not go see the USS Constitution.' But I said, 'Navigating that city is a nightmare.' And you said, 'You won't have to navigate it.' Is any of this ringing a bell?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Point taken. We can find the Common if you'd like to."

"If you want to go on the trail the brochure says we have to find the Common to get our passes," Eddie replied.

"Okay, I guess we're finding the Common!"

Two hours later, Jamie finally found a parking lot in the vicinity of the Boston Common.

"Can you believe how much they charge just to park here?" he asked as they exited their vehicle. "Forty bucks to park ten blocks away!"

"And it's hotter than the blazes out here," Eddie sighed, removing her over shirt and tying it about her waist.

They made their way to the Common and located the ticket booth. Together, they approached the window and Jamie asked the girl inside for two tickets to the trail. Once the purchase was complete, they walked away and Jamie complained that the ticket for the attraction was less than what it cost to park their car. Eddie simply laughed and let him gripe.

They strolled the Freedom Trail, observing the statues erected in honor of the founders of the country they both defended. When they reached the home of Paul Revere, Eddie marveled at the height of the doorway. It was less than 6' high, but as it was on a down step it looked deceiving. As Jamie stepped through, he smacked his forehead on the doorframe.

"Oh, for the love of..." muttered Jamie, hand on his head.

"Are you all right?" Eddie asked moving into worried wife mode. "Step back and sit down on the bench. Let me see."

He did as she asked, mumbling to himself all the way. "They should put a warning sign on that thing!"

Eddie started to laugh just then as she saw the sign above the door that read, "Watch you head."

"What's so funny?" he asked, still seeing stars.

Eddie couldn't answer; she was laughing so hard tears ran down her cheeks.

Soon, he realized what it was that had her in stitches. "Oh, ha ha, very funny. They should make it low enough for people to see before they whack the living snot out of themselves on that stupid doorframe!"

Eddie bit her lip at his tone, realizing her mirth was upsetting him. "I'm sorry," she smiled. "You just look so cute mumbling all the way over here about the sign that was already there. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said, still clearly disgruntled. "I'm gonna have a bump."

"Do you want to skip this one and get some ice?" Eddie asked, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. "Poor baby."

"No, I'll be okay, I thinkm" he said, slowly rising from the bench. "I'll be sure to duck from now on."

"Stand up straight a minute" Eddie instructed.

He did as she asked. "Okay?"

"Do you feel dizzy?" she asked. Then stepped back and held up two fingers, "How many?"