Our trips back to Boston are becoming less frequent. I swear that every time I go back, a bunch of tall office buildings have gone up, my block in Southie has a bunch of new condos, and the traffic keeps getting worse. But I never get tired of the gritty feel, the history, the pride, the beauty that makes Boston a special place where I lived for 20 years. I always miss it.
In a ceremony before their game against the New York Yankees, 100 years to the day before they opened the building against that very rival, the Red Sox held a birthday party for the only ballpark in the majors ever to last this long. The team invited every living player and coach in franchise history, and more than 200 took them up on the offer.
For the Fourth of July Weekend, Randy and I hosted a BBQ on Saturday, hosted a birthday party for Don M on Sunday, and returned to Boston to see fireworks on Monday. We watched the fireworks from the roofdeck of Signal Industries in South Boston. Not the greatest view in town, but still pretty good.