Ted’s autobiographical memory is still a little way off, but even if it was already developed, I don’t think he’d remember much from the copious amounts of sightseeing we’ve just done in Boston:
Esplanade. At the Longfellow (Salt & Pepper) Bridge.
Back Bay. In front of the George Washington statue at the Public Garden.
Harvard. At the Harvard Lampoon Castle.
North End. At the Paul Revere House.
There would have been more of those, but I didn’t realize till day 3 what was going on. Namely, Ted ignoring Boston’s landmarks. (No, it wasn’t nap time. In any time zone.)