Boston is my home.
What happened recently at the Boston Marathon is beyond disgusting. For someone to take a beautiful day in a beautiful city and not only taint it forever, but take innocent people’s lives and hurt many, is just unbelievable. I grew up visiting this city with my family, went to school here and still visit almost on a weekly basis. A memory is always a fitting and meaningful tribute so here are a select few of my Boston memories.
Field trips to the Museum of Science. Boston Harbor Cruises. The Common. The Frog Pond. First Night. Memorial Drive views of the skyline. Northeastern life – great friends, great school, unforgettable experiences. Graduation. Growth. Running the Esplanade. Hating Storrow Drive. Reverse Curve (the Curse). Parallel parking. Little Stevie’s. Rooftop views of the city. Fenway Park. Scalping tickets to Cal Ripken’s last game at Fenway. Sitting in damn near every seat at Fenway. Two dogs and a beer at Fenway. World Series Celebrations. Shows at Fenway. Shows at the House of Blues. Shows at the Paradise. Shows at the Orpheum. That crazy dude who wants you to save your soul from the depths of hell. That other crazy dude who rides a bike year round screaming for no reason. Huntington Ave. The E Line. Comm Ave. The B Line. Ruggles. Hemenway. Our House. Conor Larkins. Newbury. Newbury Comics. Virgin. The JP Morgan Challenge. Sidebar. Foggy Goggle. Pour House. 4th of July. The Pru. GO SOX. Copley. Boylston. Patriots Day. The God Damn Boston Marathon.
I love Boston.
“I love life. Life is beautiful…it’s just the shit in it that’s fucked up.”