Boston on My Mind

I’ve been struggling with wanting to post something, but not wanting to disrespect the victims and survivors of the Boston marathon bombings by being as frivolous as is my default here at neverland.  I’ll keep this brief, so as to not get too distracted from my main point, which is my affection and respect for Boston at all times, and most poignantly over the last couple of days.  The time I enjoyed spending there taught me some lessons about Boston and Bostonians.  For example, I come from a metropolis where people are fastidious about braking for pedestrians.  Not so, Boston.  They’ll run you down in a heartbeat, crosswalk or no.  I learned that it’s not that they are contemptuous of pedestrians.  They do not wish them harm.  It’s simply that they trust that pedestrians are tough and savvy enough to know better than to cross a street in front of oncoming traffic.  It’s certainly not that they aren’t looking out for each other, but rather they count on each other to be smart and exercise common sense survival instincts.  In the time I’ve spent in Boston I witnessed a lot of honking, a good deal of yelling, and a fearlessness about casual confrontation.  I also enjoyed random Bostonians striking up friendly conversations with me about my tattoos, why I was there in the city, if I knew about the best places for connoli (none of these things would ever occur in my uptight and icy hometown at the time).  Unlike other places I’ve lived, I found Boston not at all shy, not reserved, neither in swearing at you for being in the way or shooting the breeze with you about where you got your ink.

While the bombings will undoubtedly leave a lasting impact on Boston and the rest of us, I have to think that there’s something fundamentally bostonian that it is tough as hell, practical and pragmatic, unafraid of confrontation, and not at all reticent to reach out to a stranger with genuine interest and friendship, that no assholes with explosives can make a dent in.  And I can think of nothing more appropriate than for said assholes to be identified and dropped on the streets in South Boston just after the bars close.  I’m not a fan of state-enacted executions of criminals, but somehow I don’t seem to have a problem with the idea of some man-on-the-street Boston justice in this case.

To my Boston-based friends and family, know that we’re thinking about you, hurting with you, and knowing that “terror” is the furthest thing from your hearts.

And at the risk of devolving into the frivolous, here are just a few of some of my favorite examples of “Boston justice,” courtesy of my very favorite Boston-area based homoerotic wrestling producer…


3 thoughts on “Boston on My Mind

  1. VERY NICE "CRABS", Bard! (Wait! That sounded a little TOO close to "TOO MUCH INFORMATION!") I'm 100% in agreement with you concerning the doling out of good ole "man-on-the-street", Boston justice to the guilty party/parties of the Boston Marathon incident. I can't imagine ANYONE disagreeing with that.

  2. I'm not sure I agree with you about the find him, fuck him (my editorial), lynch him brand of justice, but I'm totally on board about the pedestrian vs car observation, I loved my time in Boston and it will probably be the best City i will ever live in, just could not put up with the "when will this f'ing winter ever end", but its like they are at war with each other, the car driver barrelling through a crosswalk, pedestrian be damned, or the people on foot who will crowd an intersection when they are sufficient in number, spilling over the curb and in a move of human sacrifice, calm the traffic to a single lane, all the while pissing the driver off even more, who now in a rage will seek revenge on the hapless man on the street for the duration of his commute home that night.The poor vehicular behavior aside, thanks for reinforcing in your readers and me what is great about Boston.

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