I was headed toward the first game of the American League Championship series from my extra-secret parking place in Brookline when I met the Norwegian couple, a man and his wife. They had climbed a set of stairs from the Yawkey MBTA station, dragging their suitcases on rollers behind them. They stood near the old Sears building, whatever it is called now, and studied a map.
“Excuse me,” the man said. “Do you know where the Howard Johnson’s hotel is? On Boylston Street?”
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