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Wicked good day
July 29th, 2010
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.
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Adventure, Life & Miscellany
i have an opportunity to take a day trip to boston in october, and your post has almost sealed the deal for me!
Oh, now there’s a stroll down memory lane for me too. I lived there for a few years, and still remember it as one of my most favorite places.