PERSPECTIVE
Back at Ya
It took a spell out west to appreciate the beauty of the rude, obnoxious, impatient Boston driver.
When my husband, kids, and I moved from Cambridge to Berkeley, California, for an academic sabbatical two years ago, one of the first things I noticed was that I could hesitate at a green light, with a long line of cars behind me, and no one would tell me what to shove where. I could slow to a crawl along ... (Full article: 772 words)
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