Night biking through Cambridge is one of my favorite activities. Racing down Mass Ave with my hair flying behind me and my legs burning from the push, past unsuspecting bicyclists who are minding their own business in their own individual bike world brings out my alter ego and probably wakes them from their grog. Tonight, moving through cacophony of music in Harvard Square, I am stopped by melodious sounds coming from Club Passim through speakers that are set up outside. People are scattered outside, 'camped out', watching the show on one of the summer's last nights. It is the annual Campfire, they are in their 41st and final hour of live folk music, and of my favorite musicians is on soon. Life doesn't get much better than this.
