It’s (another) snowy morning rush hour. I’ve been waiting for the T for more than 20 minutes. Finally I check the MBTA site on my phone: C Line disabled. Several of us decide to split a cab, but hailing one in this weather is easier said than done. An SUV pulls up. Down goes the window. “Do you girls need a ride?” the driver calls. The three of us pile in. The driver tells us of her teenage daughters, how one will be a freshman in college next year, and how she just wishes for people to be kind to her. I moved here a year ago terrified, coming from a small town to a big city. Thank you, Boston.
Jackie Silvia / Brookline
I had been living in Massachusetts only a few years and was still getting used to the accent. A co-worker suggested we meet for drinks at a place called The Hoppin’ Bod. I wasn’t sure what kind of an evening it would be, but agreed to go. We had a wonderful evening drinking Irish beer and singing along with an Irish band at a pub named The Harp and Bard.
Daniel J. Lupfer / Norfolk