Here we are, lost in deepest greenest Massachusetts. I had no idea my home state was so big. Oh wait, we've passed Framingham and still have about half an hour to South Station. For much of this trip the train ("Acela," as in "fast") crept along track that hasn't been improved since 1847. Like being on a Crosstown bus where you get pissed and get off because you know can walk faster.
A note before grumpily parting (I like to share my pain, I'm that kinda guy): it's true what they say about Springfield, Mass. It is possibly the next most devastated city in America to Detroit. Picture East Berlin, 1952.
Such has been my arduous voyage thus far. May Bubbafest08 be worth it, Dickie Kaplan!
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Nothing is sadder than Philly though.
Posted by: Lisa Qiu | June 27, 2008 at 08:45 PM
No, Phlliy is not a cheerful town, a place to gladden the heart or to roister merrily. It's a fucking downer.
(Sorry, Philly peeps. You know I'm right.)
Posted by: Strappo | June 27, 2008 at 08:51 PM
The best thing about Springfield is not there but just north:
http://www.tableandvine.com/
Posted by: Marco | June 28, 2008 at 09:29 AM
i've never heard anyone say ANYTHING about Springfield, Mass.
Posted by: fredric koeppel | June 28, 2008 at 10:01 PM