Tales from the City

Super teens

May 9, 2010

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Driving on Commonwealth Avenue in Brighton, I turned to the right to make way for an ambulance. But I didn’t see the barrier between the road and the T tracks, and my front wheel became wedged against that wall, with my car’s front end hanging over the tracks. Within minutes, several young men had gathered and managed to lift my car off the tracks. Not a minute later, the Green Line train sped by. I hugged my rescuers, who wouldn’t give their names, saying it was “no big deal.” They saved my car – and renewed my faith in teenagers.

Sally Finestone / Newton

A Prime Seat At the Plainville T.J. Maxx, a voice – obviously belonging to a Massachusetts native – came over the loudspeaker to announce, “Mary Jane, your party is waiting for you at the cash registers.” The next voice I heard came from a little girl, who said to her mother, “Wow, that lady has her own potty right here in the store.”

Sharon Nery / Mansfield

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