When we first moved to Boston, I was childless and jobless. It was a time of great joy.

I knew that this was a great opportunity not to be squandered, so I made it a point to explore the city as much as I could. I knew I would miss those days someday, and once I found a job I missed that lifestyle almost immediately. But I had no regrets, because I spent the time wisely.

One of my favorite things to do was to go to the Museum of Fine Arts with a book and wander the great halls until I was bored, find a well-lit gallery, and settle down with a book. It was glorious, and in time the priceless works of art became familiar friends.

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