Weather Report: Boston Blows

Boston Blows: A cold, sad, soggy day

Sorry Beantown, but I’ve never been a fan of your environs. Even less when a business meeting demands a 5AM rising for a same-day round-trip train ride from New York. Lesser still when it’s cold and windy and wet as all get-out. More lesser, as you broke my steely will and drove me bumming for a soggy smokey treat from a similarly soggy Irishman.

Could you make it any worse, you city of rivers running green? Wicked worse you can. Our NY-bound Express, thwarted by a Providential flood, leaves us poor, wet bastards sludging back to NYC on the Northeast local train. We arrive at midnight Brooklyn time. That’s a 19-hour day, if you’re counting.

Only Dustin O’Halloran’s piano tinkling melancholy-sweet soothes the long ride home as I compose a sad goodbye for a fallen friend that left us all too soon. Indeed, a cold, sad, soggy day.

Dustin O’Halloran, Piano Solos Vol. 1, Opus 13

Boston Blows: A cold, sad, soggy day

Boston Blows: A cold, sad, soggy day

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