day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere
I guess I have nostalgia on the brain. A friend dropped off a six pack of Sam Adams at my place last weekend. the hoppy, full-bodied genuine cold filtered draft dances on my tongue and I recall the first taste of beer from what seems like eons ago. We were sitting on the wharf, my family and I. The summer sun was strong, I think. It was a weekend. We had just spent a morning at Boston's Childern's Museum and my parents wished to relax at a near by restaurant. My dad (or mom) ordered a beer. Being 6 or 7 or whatever at the time, I wanted a taste. But I digress. Perhaps I'm cheating a bit, because the recent bout of nostalgia made me remember a certain place I hear a song (rather then visa versa). It was on Foresthills st. that I first hear the song above. the caterwauling vocals of "Boston, you're my home" immediately perked my interest. I recall sitting at this light in my father's car when the this song came on the radio. At the corner of the off ramp of Arbor way, turning on to Washington was just moments from home. The intersection is one that imparts on many of my childhood memories.
I guess I have nostalgia on the brain. A friend dropped off a six pack of Sam Adams at my place last weekend. the hoppy, full-bodied genuine cold filtered draft dances on my tongue and I recall the first taste of beer from what seems like eons ago. We were sitting on the wharf, my family and I. The summer sun was strong, I think. It was a weekend. We had just spent a morning at Boston's Childern's Museum and my parents wished to relax at a near by restaurant. My dad (or mom) ordered a beer. Being 6 or 7 or whatever at the time, I wanted a taste. But I digress. Perhaps I'm cheating a bit, because the recent bout of nostalgia made me remember a certain place I hear a song (rather then visa versa). It was on Foresthills st. that I first hear the song above. the caterwauling vocals of "Boston, you're my home" immediately perked my interest. I recall sitting at this light in my father's car when the this song came on the radio. At the corner of the off ramp of Arbor way, turning on to Washington was just moments from home. The intersection is one that imparts on many of my childhood memories.
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