It Happens at the Aquarium, Too

It all begins with a Saturday afternoon. Baseball season may have already lumbered over the horizon, but even the Red Sox can't enthrall every kid in town. Some of those children will always prefer to spend their time catching the odd fish rather than the errant fast ball.

And so they go to the Aquarium. It's a good place to alter your state of consciousness. The Aquarium T station is decorated with surrealistic products of some itinerant artist's amphetimine psychosis. Inside hordes of New England's youngest and finest stare at frenetically twisting whales.

But at least these whales are alive. And that's the key thing about the Aquarium. The fish may look funny, and 43 members of the Ethan Allen grammar school third grade class may look even funnier, but when you go there you see things that you just can't anywhere else. That you may never see again.