This was a poem that I wrote in 2002 about the insanity that is the Porter Square shopping center parking lot. It's chaos all the time. The poem, such as it is (I'm no poet) had an original title of Ode to Star Market (How I Did Not Get Sushi Last Night And Made This Up In The Car On The Way Home). Ode To Porter Square Star Market Star sells sushi a la carte, that's why I'm bound to go there Otherwise I stay away from Supermarket Ni…
Visitors marvel at how often we talk about traffic. The fact is, navigating in and around Boston takes a special kind of grit, and way more than a puny map. Boston sucks the joy out of car ownership. Making it home at a reasonable hour is an accomplishment, and yeah, we wanna talk about it. Don't be mad. Imagine the entire Dunks-torqued citizenry collectively compiling a series. How I Survived My Commute Today, Nobody In History Has Ever Par…
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