07-29-2016, 03:18 AM
On Thursday, we traveled to Boston. I learned early on that I now have a case what can only be described as Boston Tourettes. Every rock, tree, building, and bridge sparks a story from the past or more usually my father's past. I can't stop them. They just bubble right out.
Look, there is a hotel that spans a freeway. On that off ramp, the Queen and I sat for a half hour because of terrible traffic congestion. Hmm, this building was under construction the last time I drove through here. On and on and on.
We are staying at the Double Tree by Hilton in downtown, right across from Tufts Medical center. Did I tell you my father went to Tufts? For lunch our really helpful desk clerk directed us to a great Dim Sum place for lunch. Last time I was here I went with the Queen to Chinatown for lunch as well.
We ate family style at the Winsor Dim Sum cafe with a group of students from Tufts. We had a phd candidate, a doctor student, a dentist student and a man they referred to as the plumber. I'm guessing he was an engineer. My father's dentist went to Tufts. As we sat down across from them at the round table in the back of the restaurant, they were all playing Pokemon Go, unrepentantly I might add.
Dining for the three of us came out to the exorbitant sum of almost 35 dollars. If had time, we would go back. Every day. For the rest of our lives.
I spent the afternoon in the hotel. I tried to set up meetings with of two branches of the family here in Massachusetts. I found out I forgot a third branch when I got a note on Facebook from the Queen's Uncle asking why, since I was in Boston, I hadn't called them as well? Oh, boy.
I called and apologized for not contacting them. Uncle Warren asked if I was going to see them. I don't have time and begged off, promising a future visit.
For dinner, we walked over to the North End to the Pizza Regina for a fine Boston Pizza. My father used to come to the Pizza Regina when he was in High School. Did you know the Boston Massacre occurred on this point. My Uncle has a memorial on the top floor of Faneuil Hall. If you look down that way, you can see a statue of Red Auerbach. I once had a bagel in that place.
The bagels come down a conveyor belt and fly through a whirling knife to be cut in half.
There was a only a bit of a wait at Pizza Regina. My father used to have to cross town by himself as a boy to get his foot taken care of after he drove a nail through it. Both HK and HK jr, thankfully, liked the pizza. Afterward, we headed over to Hanover Street for a cannoli at Modern Pastries on the recommendation of our Pizza Regina Waitress. My cousin used to live in the North End much to the dismay of her family. She was also embarrassed by Andy Shaw in that Pizza Regina booth with talk of her sexuality.
The cannolis were quite good. HK jr looked like I tried to poison him when I made taste a bite of mine. He had opted for a chocolate eclair from which he scraped off most of the chocolate.
I tried to get us to a sea view so they could see the USS Constitution in the harbor. My Uncle used to be on the boat when they would take it out into the harbor and turn it around on the dock for weathering.
On Friday, we interview George Domolky, our last interview for this leg of the trip. I hope he is full of stories of Piller. My current level of cynicism tells me this will not be the case.
Look, there is a hotel that spans a freeway. On that off ramp, the Queen and I sat for a half hour because of terrible traffic congestion. Hmm, this building was under construction the last time I drove through here. On and on and on.
We are staying at the Double Tree by Hilton in downtown, right across from Tufts Medical center. Did I tell you my father went to Tufts? For lunch our really helpful desk clerk directed us to a great Dim Sum place for lunch. Last time I was here I went with the Queen to Chinatown for lunch as well.
We ate family style at the Winsor Dim Sum cafe with a group of students from Tufts. We had a phd candidate, a doctor student, a dentist student and a man they referred to as the plumber. I'm guessing he was an engineer. My father's dentist went to Tufts. As we sat down across from them at the round table in the back of the restaurant, they were all playing Pokemon Go, unrepentantly I might add.
Dining for the three of us came out to the exorbitant sum of almost 35 dollars. If had time, we would go back. Every day. For the rest of our lives.
I spent the afternoon in the hotel. I tried to set up meetings with of two branches of the family here in Massachusetts. I found out I forgot a third branch when I got a note on Facebook from the Queen's Uncle asking why, since I was in Boston, I hadn't called them as well? Oh, boy.
I called and apologized for not contacting them. Uncle Warren asked if I was going to see them. I don't have time and begged off, promising a future visit.
For dinner, we walked over to the North End to the Pizza Regina for a fine Boston Pizza. My father used to come to the Pizza Regina when he was in High School. Did you know the Boston Massacre occurred on this point. My Uncle has a memorial on the top floor of Faneuil Hall. If you look down that way, you can see a statue of Red Auerbach. I once had a bagel in that place.
The bagels come down a conveyor belt and fly through a whirling knife to be cut in half.
There was a only a bit of a wait at Pizza Regina. My father used to have to cross town by himself as a boy to get his foot taken care of after he drove a nail through it. Both HK and HK jr, thankfully, liked the pizza. Afterward, we headed over to Hanover Street for a cannoli at Modern Pastries on the recommendation of our Pizza Regina Waitress. My cousin used to live in the North End much to the dismay of her family. She was also embarrassed by Andy Shaw in that Pizza Regina booth with talk of her sexuality.
The cannolis were quite good. HK jr looked like I tried to poison him when I made taste a bite of mine. He had opted for a chocolate eclair from which he scraped off most of the chocolate.
I tried to get us to a sea view so they could see the USS Constitution in the harbor. My Uncle used to be on the boat when they would take it out into the harbor and turn it around on the dock for weathering.
On Friday, we interview George Domolky, our last interview for this leg of the trip. I hope he is full of stories of Piller. My current level of cynicism tells me this will not be the case.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm