I grew up in New Hampshire just a 45 minute drive from Boston.
For a "New Hampshire-ite", especially one that was just 13, Boston
WAS HUGE! BEHEMOUTH! EPIC! It was a real joy to drive
to, until you hit the Massachusetts line which happened to be only
10 minutes into the drive.
I spent many days on Boylston Street. It's where you find incredible
places like Boston Common, Copley Square and Old South Church where
the original cornerstone has the date "1670" stamped on it when it first
was the Cedar Meeting House. I played hide-and-seek up and down
Boylston one night from 1 to 5 in the morning with a group of friends
and had some of Boston's finest join in the hunt until they got a call to a more
important matter! Good times!
Emerson College is on Boylston and I came within a milimeter of
sending an application to attend that incredible school.
The traffic getting into Boston is just like the 405 at 3pm. Except it's
ALWAYS like that because there's really only one way to get in from
the north-from my New Hampshire.
Boston is a special place. A much smaller town than we have here in
the OC or Los Angeles and the people are amazing. You always know
when you meet someone from Beantown. "Did you Pawk da Cawh?!
Saying a prayer for Boston today. Saying a prayer for the World. That
marathon had participants from 74 different nations. Praying for those
families who lost loved ones, the injured and praying for the peace that
only the ONE--TRUE--GOD can give.
Praying for Boston............
