What I will miss about Boston
The short answer, of course, is that I will miss all my friends here. After 4 years in New England, I’ve finally reached the point where I can walk down the street and bump into someone I know.
But after a walk today through Harvard Yard and up Tory Row, I realized how much I will miss the physical beauty of the city’s streets. We’ve been driven from Boston by foul weather and excitement of the possibility of doing some good in DC, but we leave knowing we are leaving the most beautiful and stately city in the US. In no particular order, here are some things I will miss.
1. The cold snow on the bronze statues in Harvard Yard.
2. The crazy neighbor in Porter Square who would leave her excess books on the wall outside her triple-decker. I feel like I learned the deep psychic baggage of this woman from her cast-off literature.
3. How I once found a copy of King Lear in the gutter, and decided to sit on a bench and read it.
4. The state of the tortoise actually beating the hare in a foot race, Copley Square.
5. Walking along Fort Point Channel at night, admiring the city skyline and trying to figure out why there were so many jellyfish there.
6. The crustiness of Haymarket on the weekend, with its subterranean shops.
7. Eavesdropping on Click and Clack’s conversation while at the Café Paradiso, may it rest in peace.
8. Drinking grappa at the Café Algiers, and writing for hours.
9. Walking across Longfellow Bridge, and thinking about William Faulkner.
10. The crazy polyglot mob trying to shop at Market Basket in Somerville.
11. Dim Sum at an old vaudeville theatre turned into the most garnish Chinese banquet hall imaginable.
12. Bow Street and Arrow Street. Just the fact that they exist, and cross near the lovely Café Pampalona.
But after a walk today through Harvard Yard and up Tory Row, I realized how much I will miss the physical beauty of the city’s streets. We’ve been driven from Boston by foul weather and excitement of the possibility of doing some good in DC, but we leave knowing we are leaving the most beautiful and stately city in the US. In no particular order, here are some things I will miss.
1. The cold snow on the bronze statues in Harvard Yard.
2. The crazy neighbor in Porter Square who would leave her excess books on the wall outside her triple-decker. I feel like I learned the deep psychic baggage of this woman from her cast-off literature.
3. How I once found a copy of King Lear in the gutter, and decided to sit on a bench and read it.
4. The state of the tortoise actually beating the hare in a foot race, Copley Square.
5. Walking along Fort Point Channel at night, admiring the city skyline and trying to figure out why there were so many jellyfish there.
6. The crustiness of Haymarket on the weekend, with its subterranean shops.
7. Eavesdropping on Click and Clack’s conversation while at the Café Paradiso, may it rest in peace.
8. Drinking grappa at the Café Algiers, and writing for hours.
9. Walking across Longfellow Bridge, and thinking about William Faulkner.
10. The crazy polyglot mob trying to shop at Market Basket in Somerville.
11. Dim Sum at an old vaudeville theatre turned into the most garnish Chinese banquet hall imaginable.
12. Bow Street and Arrow Street. Just the fact that they exist, and cross near the lovely Café Pampalona.
