In June, I left Brigham and Women’s happy, and with no visible evidence of the stents that had been snaked into my heart 20 hours earlier. A generation before, on my way to see my father who’d just had heart surgery, I’d followed two white-coated men into Tufts Medical Center and leaned in to hear the rest of a conversation that began “All the arteries were clogged . . .” and ended “so I took the surface streets.” I told the story regularly during my father’s recuperation in the hospital and at home. The smiles helped speed the recovery -- his actual scars lasted a lifetime.
Michael Frishman / Andover
Pahk Talk My 8-year-old California nephew came to visit, and as we waited in line for the Fenway Park tour, he overheard two locals conversing energetically in impenetrable Boston accents. After a few seconds, he turned to me and asked, “Do those guys understand English, too?”
Steve Kluger / Boston