Like a filthy dog finally surrendering to bath-time, the Boston winter seems to have finally lost its grip on the area for the summer. Which isn't to say there won't be a few rainy days spent wondering how its within the realm of possibility that it can be 40 degrees at the end of June, for the most part though, it seems to be smooth sailing for the next few months.
Its these months that must be the reason why the colonists didn't just close up shop to look for a more reasonable climate to transform into metropolis. The Red Sox now provide another reason … I’m fairly certain people here wouldn’t leave if the place was radioactive. Picture The Hills Have Eyes as a baseball movie. People here are hardy, and they take pride in their baseball fandom. There’s no amount of radioactive burn that could chase them out of this place.
But I digress. You can really feel a change once it warms up in May.
The throngs of wooing boozed up college kids talking loudly about how drunk they were last night are gone, replaced by kids wearing bad suits who are very impressed with each other for starting law school and talking very loudly about that. All of that nets a population drop of noticeable proportions, along with a substantial reduction in Friday night hollerin'. I know I sound like some crotchety old man, but there’s a marked slowdown that occurs that, combined with the pleasant weather makes for an incredible summertime experience.
The pace of everything is noticeably slower. For instance, this morning my commute to work was less hectic and harried, leaving time to stop and smell the roses, realize that the woman who has been serving me coffee for going on a year and half has actually spent time living as a man at some point. Also, the guy cleaning up trash for community service now has time to not only sit down, but to “place [his] ass on something.”
I love this time of year. Its kind of like when you’re a kid and you get home from church, and it’s the furthest possible point away from the next time you have to go to church. Its the time of year that no one mentions when you mention you live in Boston. “Whoa its really cold up there!” No kidding. I think from now on I’m going to make it a point to talk about the 4 months when it turns into San Diego.