I still lead a double life: down and dirty farm girl by day/highfalutin lawyer by and by. My caseload is pretty sparse, but things heat up now and again. That happened in September, when my presence was required by the First Circuit, which sits in Boston.

Going from ducks to mass transit was a little disorienting. Luckily, my Big City Navigation brain cells have not completely disappeared. I made it safely to my hotel all in one piece.

King’s Chapel, established in 1868. One of the first churches in Boston. Right across from my hotel. A good landmark to navigate to dinner and back.

This is Boston: ancient cobbles reflected In sleek architecture.

The Brutalism of City Hall. Irony?

This interactive memorial to the Holocaust billows steam as you stop to read survivor’s stories. Very effective.

The oldest Pub in the US. I had another destination in mind.

The Daily Catch in the North End seats about 15 and serves great seafood and pasta. I ate it all.

I took the greenway to the footbridge that leads to the federal courthouse, only to find it closed. I walked further to time the journey from the courthouse back to my hotel.

Night and exhaustion overtook me. I slept well, awoke early, donned my armor and went out to joust. I parried all sword thrusts but will not discover if my client will regain a chance at freedom in his lifetime until some unknown future date.

I got to explore more of Boston with a friend after work.

Thank you Ralph, Katherine and Rebecca for helping me transition back from antiseptic professionalism to the doctrine of friends, family, and dirt.