It wasn’t simple getting into Boston yesterday. “What is this line of cars waiting to turn into the T parking lot? Oh, of course, the Red Sox, home for a day/night double header. Turn off the book-on-tape that you’re listening to, and think quickly. Yes, park at my sister’s house and pick up the T, crowded as it may be, further down the line.”
I did just that and ended up standing and chatting with a couple from NYC who were on their way to a game at Fenway Park. I told them about going to Brooklyn Dodger games with my grandmother, and that got us talking about Brooklyn. Have you ever noticed that everyone you meet has some personal connection with Brooklyn? Then we talked about having, of course, a hotdog for lunch. Have you ever noticed that everyone going to the ballgame plans on eating a hotdog?
When we got to the Fenway stop, the car emptied out and I got a seat and my life became simple (and silent) again.
I did just that and ended up standing and chatting with a couple from NYC who were on their way to a game at Fenway Park. I told them about going to Brooklyn Dodger games with my grandmother, and that got us talking about Brooklyn. Have you ever noticed that everyone you meet has some personal connection with Brooklyn? Then we talked about having, of course, a hotdog for lunch. Have you ever noticed that everyone going to the ballgame plans on eating a hotdog?
When we got to the Fenway stop, the car emptied out and I got a seat and my life became simple (and silent) again.