We made a pit stop at the original Cheers bar in Boston.
In this bar there is a painting of Lord Byron.
Laura was fascinated by this painting…for no evident reason.
Our conversations kept being redirected to him. Refusing to use her smartphone to look up who he was she took to her personal memory bank to recall why she knew his name.
"Who is Lord Byron and why do I know him? I think he went to my high school."
The jury is still out on the logistical feasibility of this.