Five Days in Beantown — Day 5

The Statue of Paul Revere with the Old North Church behindThe AWP (Association of Writers and Writing Programs) is over, so today I’m going to be a tourist. I’m going to be an American expat exploring my country’s history. I’m going to wander back to the first hours of my country’s life when Paul Revere […]

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Five Days in Beantown — Day 4

The blue sky of Saturday morning is almost blinding, and it’s such a relief from the constant snow of the days before. I’m trying very hard not to upload a video of “Here Comes the Sun”. This would be so cliché, so predictable, so . . . Damn, I did it anyway. But I’ve found […]

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Five Days in Beantown — Day 3

Second morning, Beantown Blizzard, from hotel windowThe snow is not going anywhere but in our faces. The area around Hynes Convention Center has become so dangerous due to the snow that people all around us are falling on their, um, keisters (I think that’s the word up here in the Northeast, right?). I have not […]

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Five Days in Beantown — Day 2

The Beantown Blizzard we woke up to. And then the snow fell. Well, it actually blew more than it fell. Sideways, like little ice swords into our eyes. I shouldn’t be surprised when I open the curtains, but I am just a tiny bit. I like snow, so it isn’t a bad surprise. I have […]

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Five Days in Beantown — Day 1

Why do Europeans always describe Boston as a “European City”? Where on earth do they get this? If you mention Boston to anyone–anyone–living on the Ye Olde Continente of Europe, you will get this response in various accents: “Oh, I love Boston. It’s not like an American city”–cringe–“at all. It’s more like a European city.” […]

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