1 October 2013
"Take Me Back Where I Belong"
I have had at least ten near-death experiences...all of them from being in Boston. Each drive in downtown Boston turns into a mosh-pit of cars with some j-walking pedestrians sprinkled in between. I'm either honking at the well-dressed businessman, wearing his Men's Wearhouse suit, the foreign taxi driver with a rushed and frustrated passenger repeating the place he wants to go for the fifth time or the mom speeding in her polished black SUV with two kids sitting in the back, fighting over who's turn it is to use the iPad. Also, I am always dumbfounded anytime I find a car just sitting in the middle of the street. The person is obviously in the car but it's like they became stuck in time and are just frozen; at least until someone honks at them, waking them out of their frozen state. Despite all the traffic though, I'd have to say that Boston is one of the best cities in the United States.
The street I'm most familiar with in Boston is Boylston; this being because my uncle lives on that street. I like to describe Boylston as a stratified mall that spans on each side of the road. The restaurants line up one by one: Dunkin Donuts, Starbucks, Uno, Max Brenner, etc. While the clothing stores, such as, “Lord and Taylor” and “Talbot” take the corners. The number of diverse people I find every time I travel down this one way mall astounds me; there will always be j-walkers, absent-minded to the chaos of traffic around them as they headband along to the song blasting in their ears. Every now and then there is a pack of college students, all chatting their way to the nearest Starbucks. The consistency of the college students becomes thicker as I near Emerson College. The purple and gold banners move fluidly through the New England air, posing as a signal to all its students at Emerson. Just off of Boylston is a street called Newbury; this street holds small trinket...