I lived in Massachusetts from the time I was a toddler until I graduated from college. Sometimes I wish I had stayed, at least in New England. But mostly I am glad that I have lived in Ohio, Illinois and California. (pic from NESN)
New Englanders, and in particular Bostonians, are
(Photo from boston.com, credited to Joao Bustolin of Somerville; the glow on the right is coming from the lights at Fenway Park.)
One thing I have learned in my travels is that some Americans have come to expect an arrogant superiority from folks “back East”. One young lady eventually confided that she hadn’t wanted to get to know me, simply because I was from the east. I smile now when I think of it, because of all the wonderful friends I made, and all the fun I’ve had seeing different places. So it means all the more to me that people from all over America, and even all over the world, have made declarations of kinship with Boston since the tragic occurrences since last Monday’s Marathon. I don’t know what the news coverage was like where you live, but I had NECN (New England Cable News) on most of last week, and the only news was about the Marathon.
There was some little bit of coverage of the explosion in West, Texas, but still the vast majority was focused on the Boston attacks and subsequent pursuit of the culprits. So, I want to say that even though I am blogging about what’s going on here in my little corner of the world, my thoughts and prayers are also with the people of West, as they mourn their losses, and try to rebuild their lives.
On Sunday, Jeff (DH) and Sean (DS3), and I drove down through Boston to attend a lacrosse game at beautiful Stonehill College in Easton. My middle son Evan (DS2), #11 (lt. blue jersey) in photos, plays club lacrosse at the University of Maine at Orono (UMO), and they had traveled to Stonehill for a 3 pm match.
(Ian, DS1, also attends UMO and had club baseball games in Boston, but they were canceled, maybe because of the preceding week?)
It was a beautifully bright and sunny day, but a bit nippy, about 50 degrees, and breezy. The trees were budding out a little ahead of ours, but the city is not yet in bloom.
Including the 3 of us, I counted 8 UMO Black Bears fans in the stands, so I met and talked to the other family. It was sort of fun to watch except that the Bears were quite outmatched.
Stonehill’s team was about 3x larger than ours, so they always had fresh legs to sub in.
But I don’t go to LaX games for the winning part of it.
(Which is good, because LaX is still in its infancy in our town, and we are routinely beaten.)
Next post will feature Quincy Market/Faneuil Hall pictures in Boston.