It was raining heavily one recent day after I had returned to work with a broken knee, and my ride had arrived to take me home. I couldn’t carry an umbrella because I was using a walker, and as I started down the outside stairs, I noticed a woman walking toward the office. I assumed she was there for business, but instead she turned to me, placed her umbrella over my head, and escorted me to my ride on Mass. Ave. Whoever said Bostonians are cold and unfriendly didn’t know my umbrella fairy!
Elaine Alexis / Arlington
B Is for . . .
During school break, I took my 5-year-old son, Bryan, to work with me. In the elevator, we were joined by another parent and his son, who was wearing a baseball cap with a red “B” on it. My son, who’s learning to read, pointed to the hat and said, “Buh, buh, buh . . . Boston.” The other boy smiled, pointed at his hat, and said, “Buh, buh, buh . . .
Melanie Gilbert / Arlington
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