Apologies for the silly title - rest assured that long before I annoy you - I annoy myself. Just couldn't resist a pun - they are the lowest form of humor (after Bush of course).
I've been thinking about Boston the past couple of days. The city is in the news because of their record snowfall and because "The Big Dig" has finally (almost/kinda) been completed. If you'd like to know about "The Big Dig" - the most infamous transportation project in US history - just Google "Big Dig" - stories abound.
Boston is one of my favorite cities. Big city appeal - theater, nightlife, museums, architecture - in a more manageable size. I always feel smarter and younger in Boston. It's a college town and it's difficult not to feel the energy of all those young people. It's a historic town and my 50 years on the planet seem like a blink of an eye in the shadow of all those statues. Boston feels permanent , solid, like an older wiser friend who knows who she is and is comfy in her skin. New York, as much as I love her, often feels like an obnoxious teen - changing for the sake of change and being ornery for no apparent reason.
Last time I was in Boston was October of 2006. Lovely time of year in Boston - cool but not cold, the autumn sun creates amazing shadows down narrow streets and the fall foliage is spectacular. Plus the regular baseball season was over so this Yankees fan could frequent the bars without her head exploding. I had the highest compliment paid to me by a bunch of Red Sox fans - "You're from NY!? - but you're pleasant to talk to. You're a Yankees fan!? - Holy Mother (bleep-bleep-bleep) - you're the first Yankees fan I don't want to kill" High praise indeed and even lovelier in the accent.
I went to Boston to see Craig Ferguson do his stand-up at Comedy Connection in Faneuil Hall. Even Craig had to comment on "The Big Dig" - along with the merits of chowder. "What a lovely old city - hundreds of years old - did ya know it isn't finished?"
I spent several days - did all the stuff tourists do and more - most of my previous visits had been business or family. I took the Duck Tour and didn't feel silly once. I spent hours with the penguins at the most wonderful aquarium. Shopped til I dropped at Prudential Tower. Browsed book shops and record stores at Harvard Square. Wandered around the campus - imagining what it must feel like to be a young student there - so smart with all your life just waiting for you.
Each night I ate far too much seafood, devoured way too many Italian pastries, and drank just a wee bit too much. I spent most of my trip on my own - although the highlight was meeting Cathy (and Lois too!) and seeing Craig's show together. I love to travel alone - I will talk to anyone about anything. I adore having no schedule. No expectations to meet but my own.
I hope to get back to Boston soon - perhaps for the Boston Pops July 4th extravaganza.
Enjoy some of the photos I took on that last trip in part 2 of this post.
Boston Rocks - (sorry Cleveland)