Seen, heard, and said on the T
A Spanish-speaking couple on the Green Line asked today me whether the trolley we were on was going to Haymarket. Wow. Good question. Who knows? Maybe Park Street is the final stop, thus nixing a trip to Haymarket? Maybe it’s Government Center, also nixing the Hay. But maybe it actually was going to Haymarket? Who knows. I tried to explain the different scenarios. She politely thanked me but probably thought me slightly retarded.
The other day I saw an ad on the Red line for a Teen Empowerment Party in Dorchester.
A Teen Empowerment Party, eh? I guess “fight for your right to party” has become “partying gives you the right to fight” or something to that effect.
But that’s just the old fuddy-duddy in me talking. Teen Empowerment Party it is and all teens are welcome, according to the ad.
Empowerment has its limits, though: The doors close at 9:30 and there will be security checks. Beyond that, total empowerment.
A couple of weeks ago I was riding the Red Line shortly after the morning rush hour. There were six passengers reading newspapers in my half of the car. Two of them were reading Chinese newspapers, one a Russian, and one a Spanish, and two were reading Metro. Of those two one was an Asian woman and the other a black man. No wonder the Boston Herald is trying hard to sound like a publication from La Raza. Its traditional market of ethnic whites pretty much doesn’t exist any more (I was reading a book, btw, as was the white guy sitting across from me).
A week ago or so I saw this woman on the Green Line with a bag that was elaborately decorated with Ulster paraphernalia. My favorite was probably the patch that said “FOR GOD AND ULSTER.” I hope she leaves the bag at home this weekend.
