Boston

The party for team families and invited fans and supporters was loud and semi-drunken by the time I left at 1:50 a.m. As I walked out, a red-faced lout said to me: “Pee-DUH! You know why weah so happy? Othah than the Celtics, we ain’t won nothin’ since the Revolutionary Wah!”

So did anyone miss me last week? I have the feeling that nobody even noticed I wasn’t here. It’s okay. As much as I kid, it’s a feeling I know well. Whatever. While I was gone - and my week away from the keyboard was probably the longest I’ve gone without posting anything in almost year - I visited my family in New England. It was more fun than you could possibly imagine. My parents got divorced way back in the mists of time and my mom and my little sister and I moved to Daytona Beach, Florida. That’s where I was raised. (reared? brought up? nurtured? developed?) My dad had visitation rights (or something like that) for a few weeks every summer and Jenny and I would always spend a few weeks there. As I’ve gotten older (and months-long summer vacations disappeared) I haven’t been able to visit as often as I wish I could. (I’m sure there’s all kinds of grammatical problems with that sentence, but I just don’t feel like fixin’ it. I’m sure you know what I’m sayin’. Know what I’m sayin’?) So it was great to see my dad and the rest of my New England relatives. Here’s a quick review:

• Tuesday and Wednesday: Took at 10:30pm pst flight from LAX to JFK, then a shuttle to Logan. Dad was there at 9am est Wednesday and we went to his house in Portsmouth, RI and dropped off the bags and then jumped on the Ferry Schamonchi to Martha’s Vineyard. We had never been to the island and rented mopeds to tour. I’d never ridden a moped before, either! I think it made me itch a little for a motorcycle. It was really cool. We went back to Dad’s house and got some much-needed sleep.
• Thursday: We got up early and drove to visit my little brother Michael. He’s in the Coast Guard stationed in Gloucester, MA. That was quite the exciting trip! We got to ride on a 47′ mega-super-duper rescue boat all around the bay. Mike gave us a tour of the base and we had a terrific lunch at The Gloucester House. Then we returned to Portsmouth for an old-fashioned lobster and clam dinner that was faboo.
• Friday: We visited Newport, RI and some of my dad’s favorite lighthouses, which was hip. Then we packed our stuff and drove to pick up Nana Rainy in Somerville, MA and headed to Uncle Richie’s lake house in Acton, Maine. We stayed at the Mousam Valley Motel.
• Saturday: We spent the day water-skiing and tubing and playing at Uncle Richie’s house. (Here’s an awesome shot of my little sister Michelle tubing.) Most of the family came to visit! It was like a mini-reunion. At night we had a bonfire and my dad played guitar and we all sat around singing Irish drinking songs and talking about … well … everything that’s been happening in the two years since I was last there.
• Sunday: We goofed around some more at Uncle Richie’s and then returned to Portsmouth.
• Monday: I spent the morning uploading all the pictures from my dad’s new digital camera and then packed up and headed to Boston. We met Mike at Nana Rainy’s and then tried to go to the Coast Guard base in Boston so I could buy a cap with “Gloucester Coast Guard” on it, but they were closed for Labor Day. My dad got a great shot of me and Mike in front of one of the big Coast Guard cutters, though. We got to tool around Quincy Market and Faneuil Hall a bit, and then jumped on a 6pm est flight back to LAX. Got in around 9:30pm pst.

There are some fabulous photos of Boston at percenttwenty.org. I’m just drooling for a digital camera now. I got to experiment with my dad’s new Fuji digi-cam this weekend; got some great shots. Oh, and I learned that Ryan just got a the Elph I want! Man! I need to get some money. A whole bunch. Anyone? Anyone?

Chatham harbor master Stuart Smith said he could not recall a shark attack since he began working in 1988, but advised beachgoers to be alert and not to swim with the seals.

The legend of Manny Ramirez grows by the day. On Saturday the Red Sox slugger belted what he thought was a long foul ball. But it curved over the Green Monster in Fenway Park, over the netting atop the wall, over Lansdowne Street and off the roof of a parking garage, finally coming to rest somewhere near the tracks that run next to the Mass Pike. Best guess on distance traveled: about 468 feet.

Boston Accents, and Why They’re Sexy

“Women are drawn to young and developing children because they appeal to our maternal instincts. Boston accents mimic a child’s speech and thus also appeal to our maternal instincts. Therefore, women find Boston accents to be cute. Consequently, a male who has a Boston accent is sub-consciously associated with a child, and women will thus have a greater affinity for him.”

This is one of several fascinating essays at Senseless Theories on Inane Topics. Others include:

• Why Nomar Garciaparra is the Best Player in the History of Baseball
• Saurkraut, and its Implications on our National Identity, and
• Nickels, and Why They Suck

Wicked Good Guide to Boston English

I‘ve talked about this happening IRL with several people recently and tonight I finally remembered to visit the site. bigdig.com details “The Central Artery/Tunnel Project” in Boston. Basically they are taking the entire highway system in Boston and putting it underground. It’s amazing.

Fun Fact: Underfund is the only other word in English that begins and ends with ‘und’.

A guy named Ken has an awesome photo of one of my favorite places in America. I once watched 6 hours of a 24 hour Rocky & Bullwinkle film festival with my sister and dad at The Somerville Theater there. My grandmother (Nana Rainy) lives in a 3-story brownstone about 50 yards away from the T stop in Davis Square. Davis Square is also only two stops away from one of my other favorite places in America: Harvard Square.

Happy Father’s Day, dad. Hope you like your new Red Sox hat. Here are my two my favorite photos of my dad: Porter Square, Boston, 1998 and At Home, 1975.