ok, so i don't get to look at this poster reproduction as often as i would like, and never with leisure, as it now hangs in front of the ironing board in the basement laundry area in the company of the washer, dryer and wine/beer refrigerator.......it looks good in the spot, given that i painted the walls and made the drapes that cover the window and storage areas to complement the tones therein.......it used to hand in my office at the hospital....and as i lack the perfect spot in my new office, i will leave it just where it is......a bright spot upon which to gaze as i iron something to wear to work.....or more likely to wear to church.........i know that i bought it in the gift shop at the fine arts museum in boston....my memory is fuzzy on just which trip to boston........i have ventured there no fewer than 6 times and likely more.....with parents, with friends, with my spouse, and with my children.......such a contrast to my alias-fan friend at l.county, who has ventured south to nashville this weekend for a linedancing workshop......she is so uneasy with travel that she made a practice run to bardstown with her brother a few weeks ago just to make sure that she felt comfortable with the road........an hour west just to meet with her ride to nashville.......comfort with travel is an aquired trait........dormant just this minute i admit, but one that could re resurrected at the flick of the credit card in the machine buying a ticket, i suppose........ and why is this poster invoking such urges to travel.......rather than to eat fruit....hmmmmm. that is the question..............