Since the Greenbush commuter line started operation, my 4-year-old grandson is in love with trains. He talks incessantly about trains and knows all about them. After riding twice, he knew all the stops from Greenbush to South Station. His mother takes this line a few times a week, and when she comes home, he throws himself into her arms and says in his most adoring, complimentary manner, "Mommy, you smell just like the train."
Peg D'Onofrio
Scituate
The Ride Stuff
A few weeks before Christmas, I bought for my busy daughter-in-law the perfect book, 365 Easy Fast Recipes, at Borders in Boston. Riding home on the Red Line, I mentally checked off a number of mouthwatering recipes to photocopy. As I exited the station at Quincy Center, I realized I'd left the book on the train. I resolved to buy another the next day. Alas, no more copies. After checking the MBTA lost and found for several days, I gave up. About a week later, a clerk at Borders called to announce that someone had returned the book with my credit-card sales receipt inside.
Mary Kennedy
Cohasset
