“Oh, I love that dirty water…Boston you’re my home.” No, that’s not me waxing lyrical with a popular sports anthem; that’s what a mom and her two daughters were singing as springer spaniel Molly (more on her later) and I took our evening constitutional through the brownstones of Boston tonight. I haven’t taken many photosContinue reading “Being in Boston, Chapter 1”
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