For me, solitude isn’t just about being all by myself with no one in view; so yesterday I took a field trip to Boston. There I was, alone in the presence of families, school groups and random individuals, as well as mallards and swans. My T stop was Park Street and from there I wandered behind the State House and around Beacon Hill. Talk about memories! Still standing a the corner of Joy and Myrtle was the apartment I lived in during my first year of teaching.
The State House was adorned with a huge Boston Bruins banner, cheering on the city’s sport’s team of the moment (battling Vancouver for the Stanley Cup tonight at The Garden). But let’s face it, flying a banner is a very usual way of showing allegiance to the home team. However, only in the Boston Public Garden could we possibly see McCloskey’s ducklings, Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack and Quack draped with black and gold capes with a hockey player’s number on the back. What a photo op. Oh, but that isn’t all. Facing Commonwealth Avenue at the entrance to the Public Garden, adorned with a Bruins’ cape and its own Number 1, stood George Washington, mounted on his steed, ready to forge toward the goal.
Alone, or with a friend, enjoyable either way.
The State House was adorned with a huge Boston Bruins banner, cheering on the city’s sport’s team of the moment (battling Vancouver for the Stanley Cup tonight at The Garden). But let’s face it, flying a banner is a very usual way of showing allegiance to the home team. However, only in the Boston Public Garden could we possibly see McCloskey’s ducklings, Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack and Quack draped with black and gold capes with a hockey player’s number on the back. What a photo op. Oh, but that isn’t all. Facing Commonwealth Avenue at the entrance to the Public Garden, adorned with a Bruins’ cape and its own Number 1, stood George Washington, mounted on his steed, ready to forge toward the goal.
Alone, or with a friend, enjoyable either way.
