Dear Boston, I miss you
The thing about Boston has always been the sense of ownership felt by those who live beyond official city limits. Our relationship with the city comes from a love of its history and traditions.
By Joan Vennochi Globe Columnist,Updated December 30, 2020, 4:23 p.m.
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Last Saturday night, we drove into the city just so we could drive around.
We came down Interstate
93 from a few miles north, took Storrow Drive to the MIT Bridge, and then turned right onto Memorial Drive to savor the shimmering view from the other side of the Charles. Then it was back over the river, down Charles Street, turning right on Beacon and left on Arlington to swing around the Public Garden. There was plenty of parking so we grabbed a space and walked across the footbridge. It was beautiful, but strangely still for a weekend night, even a cold one in December. Eventually, we made our way to the Seaport, which was bright with lights but light on people, like a movie s