Roommates

Since moving in to the new place in Somerville, I've acquired a few new roommates.

James Davenport

James is a very scholarly, knows everything about everything, intriguing fellow with a hippy-ish air about him and is missing his left hand.

I met James one day on my way to Harvard Square one drizzly afternoon. He was standing dignantly on the rickety brick sidewalk leading to Harvard Yard. James said he had spent a great deal of time at Harvard University and was in search of a new adventure. So I invited him home.

He is most interested in higher education and is a genuine people-person. He loves the pictures from commencement.

When he is not reading a book or studying what there is to be found in the house, James is usually playing with the magnetic word board, writing phrases that sound so sophisticated and philisophical that they hurt the brain.

Then there is Jack.

I don't see too much of him. Actually, we've never spoken. But I catch glimpses of him as he darts from place to place about the room. He's claimed a corner as his own, and taken all the jewlery there, where he lights candles and sings about "scallywags" and "salty sea dogs". James and I don't go near that corner much.

He kind of creeps me out. Like he's watching me...