Love That Dirty Water

I’ve moved around enough that every city feels like it’ll just be temporary. No place before has ever felt much like home. But Boston has seemed different for some reason.

And this week Boston and I got to do some really intense bonding. The shitty kind. Because you can’t just be in love when things are going well. The shit finally ended tonight and I walked straight for the Common, because that’s been the meeting place since 1634. That’s the People’s place, and lots others showed up. Someone got in the Arlington Street Church to bang out “Ode to Joy” on the church bells. There was a swarm around the bandstand chanting “I Love Boston.” Friends passed around bottles in brown paper bags. Exhausted, relieved folk hung back and bummed cigarettes. People were yelling “USA,” while other people were sarcastically yelling “USA.”  It smelled like a lot of them had started 420 a few hours early. And all together the crowd started singing “Sweet Caroline.”

So, yeah, Boston’s home. What a great town.

Flowers on Tremont
Flowers on Tremont