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Coming into Boston, I’m realizing that I’m not remembering things correctly.  It’s all just a little bit off today.  That’s probably part of a larger agenda, on my part, because memory sometimes works in my favor to make things look better in different kinds of light.  The last time I was here, however, it wasn’t the usual kind of east coast trip, where I land and check into a lovely hotel and begin an assortment of obligations and pleasures, leading to a business lunch with someone who will try to tell me no a few times before we discover that we do meet eye to eye.

This time, I am here to meet with a publisher, and I’m convinced that it should certainly go well, but it will not.  This is not a good time to be making deals, and at the same time, I did a divination on myself before I left and discovered that this is not supposed to go well, in order to make room for what happens next, which is unknowable.  I’m used to these signs by now, so I don’t mind having to put in time on the ground even though I will not get what I want.  It’s not supposed to happen that way, and I already know it, so I can relax and enjoy the time here.  I might go to one of the districts where there are a number of old bookstores, because last time I remember coming across one that was particularly well-stocked with Masonic texts, and it might be interesting to see who turns up there.

The last time I was here, it was to meet a new contact in what many considered to be a sure deal.  All we had to do was meet at one of those rock and roll museum restaurants, where I would tell him about our plans to do a series of books on dragons by region, and it would go over well enough we were all sure and agreed.  At that particular meeting, however, halfway through a Ruben, he started to play with his glass in a way that I recognized, and he asked me to try to understand things a little more carefully and with more heart, until he disappeared, and all I was left with was an empty table and his reflection in the ice cubes.

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