In the Shadow of John Joseph Moakley U.S. Courthouse Dateline: WeWork Seaport, June 30, 2022 Clay N. Ferno 6 min ago Maybe it is. The green juice is working wonders. It may seem like my beloved MassArt cafeteria at times and today I am nestled by the community fridge. Picture me, portrayed by Jean-Ralphio up in here. Well, Isn't This Great? with Clay N. Ferno is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Subscribe now Whut up WeWork? Let’s get after it! There are at least two dogs here There’s a diversity of people The A/C is just right I’ve found myself outside today more than have been inside claynferno A post shared by Clay Fernald (@claynferno) Huzzah! Another Monday Holiday. And this one is special, the Fourth of July. That means agents, artists, and promoters are equally not giving a shit contrasted with giving a lot of shits for getting everything done before 5 pm Thursday. I’ve resigned myself to being busy for the next 2 days. Fine with me. I have some great and creative projects! (BTW, Sorry for the cutoff, gmail.com users, I went long today… - CSF) Well, Isn't This Great? with Clay N. Ferno I Don't Like Monday Holidays We're going to talk about a little bugaboo! ‘Peace and Love’ to all of the great holidays out there, but I've got a bone to pick. In my line of work, as a freelancer, I don't have the luxury of taking a lot of days off. Today is one of those "Monday holidays". President's Day… Read more 4 months ago · 2 likes · Clay N. Ferno creaturesbydesign A post shared by C.B.D. (@creaturesbydesign) Tim Heidecker’s Office Hours Live is today. Coming to Boston with standup and his Very Good Band on July 27th at The Wilbur. These are both things I can listen to as I crank away at my task list. He’s got a new album of music out as well. Nothing beats a good old-fashioned Numbers.app checklist, I always say. “Do I”? This was lunch: secretbostonevents A post shared by Secret Boston Events (@secretbostonevents) claynferno A post shared by Clay Fernald (@claynferno) My late mother, a lifelong fan of mysteries, murder TV shows, VHS taping of the O.J. trial, and Agatha Christie novels came to this Courthouse on the MBTA Commuter Rail to serve on a Grand Jury. Mom was fascinated with discovery and the process. She really loved it and taking the train to ‘The Big City’ was an unusual thing for either of my car-dependent parents. I don’t remember the dates or the case or whatever but she kept it tight-lipped for a number of years. I’ll ask my sister and Dad and say something like “oh yeah that’s right that was around the time that I was….” and then in two weeks, I’ll forget again. Did I ever meet up with her? I didn’t. Idiot. I was around. I took some pictures of the courthouse that my Mom may or may not have seen while visiting “The Big City”. The building I am in didn’t exist on Fan Pier when the courthouse was finished in 1999. The Seaport is a much different place than it was with rapid growth in these 23 years. My uncle had an apartment nearby this place in the new developments. We used to have really fancy family dinners at Anthony's Pier 4 (closed in 2013) when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. Or some such. The ICA sits here now. Today, unintentionally, I’ve made an effort to connect with the past, reflect on the present, and dream of the future. I picked the Seaport WeWork because I know I’ll be at the familiar “my home” WeWork to do some business on Friday in Central Square, per usual. I’m having … a good day? I’ve been taking a Whiffleball Bat to my demon dogs as it were. Not for nothing, another person having a good day in the proximity of a courthouse is Justice Katanji Brown Jackson and her family as the first Black woman on Supreme Court. Jackson sworn in, becomes 1st Black woman on Supreme Court - ap I’ll spare any editorializing about the recent SCOTUS decisions in the past week and will definitely spare myself from looking at the tweets building up on my timeline about crime on tribal lands and will just let these etched-in-stone koans speak for themselves, etched into the courthouse named for South Boston native Joe Moakley, a WWII Pacific Theatre veteran. Here are some photos of quotes from the courthouse exterior. Posted without context, in random order, with no editorializing.