MIB = Michelle in Boston. An excerpt from a letter to my homeboy.
yesterday it rained, and i pushed my stay at the hostel (in Everett, 20 minute ride from downtown, gave me an excuse to master the transportation system) until check out. i went to harvard (genius!). I didn't get the honorary degree, but I did visit the natural history museum (rocks!). do you know this guy (points to self) has a real soft spot for geology?
what else did i do? i read a mystery novel in clips and phrases, punctuated by tourist stuff and sweets, in about 36 hours. that's how i'll always remember boston: with a 10 year old murderess who did in the history teacher for giving her an A minus.
....and then came the turkey.
only afterwards was i explained the overwhelming desire to do this: shovel potato upon potato amidst bites of flightless bird, STUFFING, CRANBERRY sauce, HOT BUTTERED ROLLS, and the solvent that made the concoction possible: Sam Adams. It was Canadian Thanksgiving!!!!!!
SO, here there is a house of reps. election for the seat of a guy who died (could it have been the turkey dinner?). the desk guy who informed me also said they have a mayoral election coming up and some other deal, and they spend more on elections than they do on the town. and he told me this location in particular, but also all of boston, has been a welcoming pad for other cultures. this area use to be jewish, but they all traded it in for something closer to mobblehead (he rubbed his fingers together for the int'l signal for MONEY when i mentioned it). now it is chock full of BRAZILIANS (brazil nuts). he said that mostly they are single men, and you can find them eating alone at the restaurants off the street my bus rode in on (sniff. that's probably like you these past couple of days.)
what else did i do? i read a mystery novel in clips and phrases, punctuated by tourist stuff and sweets, in about 36 hours. that's how i'll always remember boston: with a 10 year old murderess who did in the history teacher for giving her an A minus.
....and then came the turkey.
only afterwards was i explained the overwhelming desire to do this: shovel potato upon potato amidst bites of flightless bird, STUFFING, CRANBERRY sauce, HOT BUTTERED ROLLS, and the solvent that made the concoction possible: Sam Adams. It was Canadian Thanksgiving!!!!!!
SO, here there is a house of reps. election for the seat of a guy who died (could it have been the turkey dinner?). the desk guy who informed me also said they have a mayoral election coming up and some other deal, and they spend more on elections than they do on the town. and he told me this location in particular, but also all of boston, has been a welcoming pad for other cultures. this area use to be jewish, but they all traded it in for something closer to mobblehead (he rubbed his fingers together for the int'l signal for MONEY when i mentioned it). now it is chock full of BRAZILIANS (brazil nuts). he said that mostly they are single men, and you can find them eating alone at the restaurants off the street my bus rode in on (sniff. that's probably like you these past couple of days.)