|TAB and Miles in East Cambridge|
The Amazing Bob and I set off on our mission, just after ten—post morning rush or so we thought. Traffic crawled. With Cambridge-ness achieved, we took a spin around the old neighborhood. As ever, it's buried and besotted in development.
Finally, we arrived and actually found parking right across the street from the store. YEA!
I dashed over—figuring I’d be in and out in five minutes —only to find an empty building, a husk. 'the fuck?!
Between business' unupdated websites and Google Maps' interesting take on directions, I’m starting to rilly distrust info acquired online.
What to do? What to do? I need to buy stretcher bars live and in person so I can check for warpage before purchase. Can't order online.
We drove down Mass Ave through Central Square because I’d thought I’d seen a supply shop there. Yes, one exists but it looks more like a hobby/crafting-goods emporium versus pro artist supplies merchant. Apart from the hellish traffic, no parking could be found anyway. No surprise there.
I was losing hope but had one last idea. Utrecht had a store on corner of Mass Ave. and Huntington in Boston—right by Symphony Hall. It was more or less on the way back toward the highway home so we figured we'd give it a shot.
Given our luck to that point, I shouldn’t have been amazed to find mega construction EVERYWHERE, traffic so bottle necked that it could easily choke a pigeon and, of course, no parking. We attempted to go ‘round the block—surely there’d be a wee space for my tiny Bix! The first three turns were either blocked by construction vehicles or sported one way signs in, naturally, the wrong direction.
Finally, we came to a heavy equipment free street only to find that the spaces, if one had been free, were all resident only. We drove on, attempting to get back onto Huntington Ave.
Utterly derailed and now in Roxbury, we gave up. I knew how to get back to the Symphony Hall area but not how to navigate/maneuver around the stratospheric congestion. Defeated in our quest, we motored home.
I think Jason had an easier time going after that damned Golden Fleece.
Ulysses had an easier time getting home from the Trojan Wars.
Christ, what an exhausting experience and worst of all, no prize, no new stretchers to show for all that stress and effort. All I wanted was a tidy little quartet of 24” stretcher bars and another of 36”. I need to start a couple of new paintings!
What will I do? Cannibalize a couple of old paintings—roll the old canvas off and stretch new. That and, next week when I'm in town for a doc appointment, I'll try a place supposedly near Fenway Park. The significantly more skilled and patient driver, Jen, will be at the wheel so there's a good shot we'll score the goods.