The day my dad was moving me into my apartment in Boston, a cab driver told him I should have moved to Charlestown. I couldn’t agree more, but I don’t have $2,000 a month for a two-room studio, so probably what I could afford is something closer to where Ben Affleck is living in his new movie, The Town. And after my dad sees it, there’s no way he’s going to let that happen.
Let me just start by saying, I didn’t know bank robbers still existed, let alone walk the streets with me on the way to their next hit. I have yet to see a 15-passenger van blow up in Harvard Square, and I hope I don’t run into any men in nun masks anywhere in the North End. While on some level this whole crime aspect of The Town seemed a little ridiculous to me, Boston, despite being in my mind a safe haven of intellectuals and money-makers, does have its fair share of downright bad dudes. If I had to break it down for you, my life in Boston has been closer to Fever Pitch than it has The Departed.
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