Osler's Razor

I am now in Cambridge to make a quick visit to a jail and (separately, I hope) for this. I lived here for a while, when I was in my early 20's, before law school. It is pretty thick with memories.

Yesterday, when I arrived, two things happened simultaneously. First the red line T came up over the Charles as the clouds broke into an incredibly sunny and beautiful afternoon. Second, I flipped on my iPod to shuffle, and out of 1438 songs it selected "Back to Boston" by the Rosebuds:



And now, a poorly and hastily written poem stealing some lyrics from the song. Feel free to complete the last line or two, since it is unfinished:

Taut learned people in black
Ride bicycles over red leaves
Rushing to class, or back
Eyes set, intent
It is how they got here.

What I see:
I see all the looks on the Harvard faces
I know it's true.
(Uh-oh).

Walk to the Yard
And then cross the Commons,
I look at you
And I say...