Was there on (monkey) business, hosted by a kind, older native, at his home in Brookline. Even I could tell that was a nice neighborhood, even I could tell it was the right time of year to be there; Everything felt perfect, almost like California.
Terrific sense of history, (largely absent on this side). Wish I had a lot more time there, only got the whirlwind tour. (At 45 MPH...."Look quick, that's the USS Constitution, that's Fenway park, and over there is the.......... Now we gotta' swing by my office, in the "old" part of town".......All
very cool.
Made me dizzy, so much good stuff; There wasn't enough time to visit the gritty, (truly interesting?
) parts of the town / state, but I met some very interesting characters, lifelong residents.
Visiting three or four states in a morning was kinda' new.
Learning about which hills got chopped off and dumped into the water, to make which neighborhoods was interesting.
But the real take away was the confirmation of the biggest stereotype.
Fortunately, I was a passenger the whole time, but I saw lotsa' driving that left my jaw on the floor.
And not just the other guys........My kind but hot tempered, maniac host was settin' the bar pretty high.
Want to make a left hand turn two blocks up, but traffic in your direction is slow?
Hop the median, against the flow of traffic for a block and a half, and hook it left.....What's the problem? Standard operating procedure!
There are three friggin' lanes here.......why are you idiots only five cars abreast? *layonhornemoji*
In the three days I was there with him, we were involved in two traffic accidents; And one of those occurred while he was distracted on his phone; Hollering at the guy he had been in a third accident with, a week earlier.
In the short time I was there, I picked up some major attitude........(It just felt right, more than suited me).