Another Reason to Like Boston.

As I sat shivering in bed this morning, listening to Keith tell me about the windchill outside — “It’s eight degrees out but feels like negative ten” — I realized that when I was listing what I like about this town, I forgot the most important reason why this ice-glazed city will always be dear to me, no matter how relentlessly tired I become of it: this is where I’ve made and met all of my adult friends.  While many of them have moved away, as I long to do, I still see them walking arm-in-arm down these narrow cobblestoned streets, gripping the sticky support rails on subway cars and laughing over empty glasses in dimly-lit bars.

So here’s to all of them, wherever they may be, and to the city that brought us together.