Editor’s Note: I am simply an innocent bystander in the nonsense that goes on in my life.
So I have this beef with the T in that the people of Boston are oblivious to the term “indoor voice,” and while on the train, are very eager to give out personal information. Fact: If so desired, I could have stolen about 17 identities by now. Since said citizens of Boston have no qualms about divulging their relationship problems, children’s potty-training stories or even their full address, telephone and social security numbers, I intend to, when worthy, blog about it in full.

