For Boston, with love
Sending healing thoughts to one of my home cities, one of my favorite cities, tonight. Be well, people of Boston. Stay strong.
Sending healing thoughts to one of my home cities, one of my favorite cities, tonight. Be well, people of Boston. Stay strong.
At the end of a whirlwind trip that still hadn’t quite sunk in, I wanted a long, solo walk to clear my head before my flight home. So I got on the 8:57 Downeaster to Boston, and spent the remaining four hours before I had to get to the airport walking a familiar radius of old haunts.
Then it was back on the train again, off to catch my flight. I love the Blue Line because it doesn’t stop at “AIRPORT,” and because it’s my favorite metaphor for Boston. I don’t mind the traffic, or the grime, or the expense, or the often-lousy weather—because at the end of all of that is Wonderland.