How do you know its Spring in Boston?
Spring in Boston means different things to different people. To some it’s opening day at Fenway Park. When the boys of summer come back north it must be spring, even if it snows. For others it’s the Boston Marathon, a 120 year tradition. For me we have to have the warm sunny days. And that’s just what we had on Marathon weekend.
It’s Spring so what did I see?
Taking the red line from Braintree, MA to the Park Street station in the heart of Boston is an adventure in itself. When I boarded the “T” the man seated across from me had his shoes off and was stretched out over 3 seats. After a couple of stops he moved over to my side, still barefoot. Then he began calling out the stations. That amused him for one or two stops. After that he began trying to light things on fire with a disposable lighter. I kept a close eye on him until he finally left the train. My stop came next…Park Street.
Protesters, Police and the State House
As soon as I came up from the underground I spotted the protesters. These aren’t organized protests but the end of the world type protesters. They always seem a little crazy to me. Today there were 3 protesters and a self appointed minister, each taking a turn sharing their messages.
As I took in this spectacle a mob of bicyclists came flying around the corner. All decked out in their police gear. I thought they would spread out through the Public Garden but no, they continued peddling down the path in a mass of blue and yellow.
Leaving the chaos that is Park Street behind I trekked up the hill to the State House with it’s golden dome gleaming in the sun. The various sight seeing trolleys continuously stopping to drop off and pick up tourists. A costumed narrator explained the black regiment to any and all who would listen.
On a Carousel, Fintstones and Dinos, and no lines or waiting
As I strolled on through the common I passed the Boston Carousel which was doing a splendid business.
I paused when I heard a whistle blowing , then the pounding of feet and there came a dinosaur chasing men dressed as Fred Flintstone and women as Betty and Wilma.
Must be a Bedrock Road race.
But I got the biggest laugh when I spotted what was surrounding the playing field near the Boston Common Garage.
Row after row of Port-a -potties. There’s be no lines and no waiting here! Ahhh Spring in the city! What could be better?