I want a backyard, a garden, and a dishwasher.

When I drove past the South Boston exit on the turnpike this morning, after leaving El at the airport, I remembered my first job after college. I graduated with a photojournalism degree and worked for a studio photographer in South Boston, on A Street. His studio was a live/work space, an entire floor of a warehouse building. Brick walls, wood floors, huge windows, tables made from old doors laid across sawhorses. Aside from headshots and corporate events, I had an editorial gig with ‘The Pilot’, Boston’s surprisingly large Catholic newspaper. I photographed special Masses, nuns’ Jubilee celebrations, Catholic school sports…and I followed Cardinal Bernard Law around to document his community activities. I wasn’t Catholic then, and didn’t understand the reverence of his position. For all the time we spent together, our relationship amounted to nothing more than nods of hello. Both of us were reserved. Cardinal Law has since resigned from his Boston post, due to controversy surrounding his alleged role in covering up sexual abuse within Boston parishes. I’ll save my thoughts on the scandal in general for another day.  

What else? Dinner! Dinner is on my mind.