Tales from the City

He had me at hello

October 11, 2009

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I recently attended a Sox game at Fenway with my daughter and two friends. The seats were spectacular and the action nonstop. Headed home afterward, I discovered my cellphone was missing. It must have fallen into the peanut shells at our feet. By now the cleaning crew would be sweeping my phone into the garbage! I told my daughter to keep dialing my number in hopes someone might hear it. Although the Sox lost that day, I won big when a sweet young man answered our call. We met back at Fenway, where he gave me my phone . . . and restored my faith in the goodness of people.

Carol Abram / Sharon

Initials Reaction While we were sitting at Dunkin’ Donuts, my 9-year-old daughter looked at my coffee and said, “My classmates don’t like to say ‘America Runs on Dunkin’.’ ” “Why?” I asked. Because the initials of the slogan spell A-Rod, she replied.

Linda Suzuki Laughlin / Framingham

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