Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Here's to Boston

I've always loved the descent into Boston. You see, I've always had kind of a love affair with Boston. Good connotations for me started at an early age -- All those summers spent in Nantucket began with a stopover in Boston. Boston was the "so close I can almost taste the lobster" stop, the beginning of vacation. And after years living in Boston and then years living away from Boston, I still get a sense of good things to come when the plane begins its descent.

As we come in low over the water, a local a few rows ahead of me points to the left, to a baseball field and his childhood home, just adjacent to the field. The guy next to him goes, "No shit!"

Here's to Boston.

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