The City

Significant other and I boarded the train bound for Boston, but certainly not for glory today. What can I say? The city is not the 'burbs. We climbed out of the Park Street station and took off for city hall. If the hot sticky temperature wasn't a clue, the sight of a gazillion tourists was the first indication of summer. The people of the great white shoe. Why do the tourists all wear big white sneakers? The young girls mostly wear flip-flops, but everyone else dons these immense leather monsters. God, they are ugly. And speaking of ugly, except for children, most people are pretty homely, too. We were cruising by City Hall Plaza and down into Faneuil Hall Marketplace, and I have to tell you that most of the people were ugly as hell, badly dressed and eating pizza at Faneuil Hall when a stroll thru the food court present a gazillion different cuisines to try. Bah humbug. A subsequent post will indicate why I am in such a deep dark bad mood. But the little kids were all cute. They chased the pigeons and it's all right if they eat pizza. I am really tired of seeing so many grown men gobbling pizza all the time. Maybe they are worried about their prostates. What the hell? I don't know.

With brow furrowed,

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