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Daily I walk from the waterfront, on the right=hand edge of the Financial District to
Tremont Street to
the Boston Common.
This day I couldn’t cross Tremont Street so I took to the underground.
Then I walk through the Boston Common, the Public Garden, almost to Copley Square.
Then I circle to Beacon Hill, stop at Whole Foods near City Hall plaza, and then back to the Waterfront district.
All the way, carefully fringeing my way past the paraders.
Downtown Boston really is small.
An infusion of 1.5 million people has an impact.
Tuesday we hosted a duck-boat parade that started near the place that the Boston Marathon ends, on Boylston Street.
The duck-boats made their slow way down Boylston and took a left on Tremont Street, ending at City Hall Plaza.
That morning I left my apartment at 9.30 and was joined by several hundred people using my route to get to the parade route.
301 posts to date.
Today we’re at the 6.02% mark of my commitment,
the commitment a different way of marking the passage of time.
5,000 posts will take 13.69 years, taking me to a new phase of my life.
Will see thirteen more “Blog’s Winter Calendars, Jan2 to Feb13.”
Tick Tock.
In clock language: Enjoy today.
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Tagging Today
Thursday, February 7, 2019
My 301st consecutive posting, committed to 5,000.
Time is 12.01am.
On Thursday, Boston’s temperature will reach a high of 39* with a feels-like temperature of 32* under cloudy skies, with showers predicted for later in the day.
According to the Blog’s “Winter Calendar, Jan2 to Feb13,” we have only six days remaining to our winter.
The “Winter-Spring Shoulder Season, Feb 14 to April 7” is our next calendar; our next measurement of time as we march the thirteen plus years to the 5,000th and final posting.
Dinner tonight is a Hot Pot.
Recipe coming.
So easy.
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Question of the Day
Why don’t you share your photos of the parade?
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Answer to Question
Okay.
The gathering underway.
From the T at South Station into the Financial District for the workers.
Two blocks beyond for the paraders.
Who decides that these events must be on workdays?
1.5 million people (mostly teenagers) flooded Boston streets for the parade, overwhelming the city’s ability to provide public transportation.
Weekend events absent the 9-to-5ers would be smoother.
From Canton, Easton, and Norton.
From Roxbury, Duxbury, and Newbury.
From Boxford, Blanford, and Medford,
Police departments from across the state sent representatives.
Fortunately there was little need.
The only disturbance I know of was a fistfight on Salem Street in my North End caught on someone’s cell and broadcast.
I got across the parade route on Tremont Street by taking the subway one stop, using the underground to avoid the throng and the police barricades.
Took the picture walking towards Newbury Street and the café, away from the center.
I found it exciting to have a participation without talking a step away from my daily routine.
Boston’s great.
And remember that the weather totally cooperated with the event, sending a spring-like day to add comfort to the joy.
My route took me to the edge of the Common where latecomers were hustling to catch up.
The police used their rich experience with all-sports championship celebrations to close off key streets.
This one, Charles Street, between the Common and the Public Garden, was key.
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I offer this one for its lovely branch work.
My favorite café is the length of the Common, plus the length of the Public Garden, plus two full blocks away from the scene.
And yet, the café was jammed with paraders looking for toilets.
The need for toilets was exasperated by the time spent at the parade.
As was the need for public transportation enhanced at the time the parade ended, the cue for all visitors to head for the T at the same time.
At least the arrival was disbursed over several hours.
The map of the route kept me from getting swamped by the mob.
My tiny body would have been lifted from the ground and been passed from one group to another while my feet moved frantically to catch the ground.
Good Morning on this Thursday, the 7th day of February.
We talked about how small Boston is. One can walk from one spot to another in just a few minutes.
And then we spent our time taking pictures, organizing them, publishing them here, and writing comments.
Now it’s time to go.
Che vuoi? Le pocketbook?
See you soon.
Love
Dom