Kara Baskin - Globe Correspondent February 3, 2021 11:26 am
I spent nearly a decade in Washington, D.C., after growing up outside Boston. It was so carefree. Driving was a breeze; streets were laid out in a grid and abided by simple geographic principles, such as “north’’ and “south.’’ Everyone was from someplace else, so it was easy to make new friends. The summers were humid, but the winters were mild. Nobody used flimsy lawn chairs to save parking spaces in snowstorms in fact, whenever it flurried, the entire city just shut down instead. The government didn’t always function, but the subways did.