32 Reasons Why I Love Boston

As we are surely aware, my beloved city of Boston suffered tragedy yesterday as [an as yet undetermined person or organization who I hope chokes on a bag of dicks] set off a few bombs near the finish line of the Boston Marathon.  Now.  I could focus on being angry and sad, but it doesn’t change what happened.  And I get the contingent of people who say, “Oh, a bomb went off in a crowded public place?  Here, that’s called “Tuesday”,” though really, people, that sort of self-righteous cynicism only adds to the outrage so until tempers cool, do us all a favor and STFU.

Until we figure out who did it and ran, I don’t feel like I’m qualified to add fuel to the socio-cultural-impact fire.  I didn’t lose a loved one or know anyone who was injured.  I just hate senseless violence and so, I am sad.

So rather than focusing on the glum and the negative (I’ll let the various investigative departments worry about that), I figured I’d look at some of the many, many reasons that Boston kicks ass.  This is in no way a comprehensive list but rather, one comprised of the photos I have handy.  You can argue about what belongs on here all you’d like and I’ll welcome it, but I maintain: it is because of things like these that Boston kicks ass.

The MFA.


The Big Noodle.




This staircase.


This guy.


Cuervo Games.


The Feast of St. Joseph.


This street performer.


And this one.

Feasting at The Green Dragon.

356And live music at The Black Rose.


The T.


The Citgo sign.


This harbor tour boat.


Boston Harbor at night.


Rehearsals for Shakespeare in the Park.






One badass dude on a horse.


This lady.


Faneuil Hall.


The Sam Adams Brewery Tour.


The Hancock Building.


The surreally beautiful Public Garden.


The North End.


The Mary Baker Eddy Library.




Eric Clapton’s boat.


World’s saddest snowman.


Whale watches.


The wall of saints.


The skyline at sunset.


F! Challenge: Feast of St. Joseph, Boston’s North End

George and I usually visit Boston in the summer somewhere around his birthday, if we haven’t decided to stay put in PA and spirit ourselves away to a local amusement park for the day.  Birthdays should always be celebrated so the honoree is well aware that his or her friends and loved ones are so glad to join them in another trip around the sun.  That’s how I feel.  I don’t apologize.

Anyway.  Boston, that saucy minx, decides to throw a party every year, conveniently located somewhere around George’s birthday.  They cleverly disguise it by calling it “The Feast of St. Joseph“, but whatever.  True agenda?  Birthday party, North End.  They close down Hanover Street to traffic, they bring in vendors and food and music and did I mention food?  Though we usually have dinner first at La Summa (have the pappardelle e melanzane or the grilled sausage with pasta and broccoli rabe, they’re shortcuts to Heaven), just around the corner from all the action a) because it’s awesome and b) so we don’t overdose on fried food, which would be totally cinchy to do.   Check it out:

F could also stand for fried, you know.

I love the happy little cartoon chef man with his colors-of-Italy toque and his A-OK finger gesture.

A headband, a Bump-It, and some fries. Deeee-lish!

OK, OK, so I’m sure you’re asking, I see the food.  What else you got?

How’s about a little statue of Paul Revere in front of the Old North Church, how’s that?

Because you know, Old North Church, “one if by land, two if by sea”?  Remember?  I’ll let the non-history buffs wonder why I find it so amusing that this particular photo happened to–completely sequentially–receive the number 1775 when I uploaded it to my files.

Anyway.  Moving on.

What about a wall of saints?

Splendor upon splendor.


I’m sure this was all perfectly legal.

And my personal favorite, St. Joseph himself.

Covered in money. Does this guy know how to come to a party or WHAT?

We haven’t gone to the feast for the past two years; last year I went to my college reunion a month before this and so couldn’t make it back up, and this year we were there earlier in the week but not on the feast days themselves.  And that’s too bad.  Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the North End knows how to throw a summer party and not being a part of it really shouldn’t be an option.

See you guys next year.

This post is for the F! Challenge by Frizztext

Because I love a good alphabet challenge.

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