Get Out Into the World and Look Around

When I rode the "T" (MBTA or Massachusetts Bay Transit Autority) a lot, I had T stories. There was the elderly gent, well-dressed, except he had on a ladies hat with fruit and flowers, red cherries and stuff. There were the bums (is that word politically incorrect? dunno), obviously drunk and belligerant who boarded the red line train at Park Street. It was dead winter and cold and one of them wore a fur vest with nothing under it, nothing but dirt that is. Don't think I've ever seen such dirty skin. In our car, EVERYONE got off at the next stop, practically running from the train. The odd thing is, I think I may have seen the same man on the red line recently. Could it be?

Wednesday evening, on the way home, a young man was reading "The Guy's Guide to Pregnancy." Obviously, he was fascinated, and sometimes he smiled. Next to him, a young lady read over his shoulder, even more fascinated.

Last night was a warm (55 degrees) Friday, and all the young folk were out in force in groups. Six Asian girls on the T ride in, laughing and giggling and kidding around. Oddly, not a cell phone in site, but one had a bag of girl scout cookies.

On the Green Line, packed subway car going into Boston at 11:00 p.m. Girls going dancing. Wonder how they got home.

In Park Street, six African-American girls, all with fur lining their hodded parka were practicing a dance that looked like a German Shuhplatte, but it must have been something else. A big crowd of handicapped folks, each with an escort. They had been to the Celtics game.

A threesome en route home, all with doggy bags from The Cheesecake Factory. Two of them were people of size who looked like they would have been able to finish just about any helping. Wish I knew the story behind that.

We heard a nice Mozart woodwind concert at Jordan Hall Friday night. Happy Birthday Amadeus.


Don't sit home in front of the boob tube. Get on the bus or the subway and see the world. It will surprise you.

Aloha

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