Day #159: The Cinematics – “Race to the City”
It turned out to be a gorgeous afternoon here in Boston. The weatherman said there was a cold front from the Midwest moving east that was supposed to offer some relief from the blazing temperatures by the weekend. It got to be so hot in DC this week, that it became unbearable to even stand still on the sidewalk for too long. The sun seemed powerful enough to set your shoes on your fire.
I was afraid that if it was that hot today, I would have sweated clean through my clothes and smelled dreadful by the time I met up with the girls this evening for the bachelorette festivities. But, apparently, relief came after last night’s brief, monsoon-like thunderstorm. It always seems to go that way. That eventually, something will have to give. Rain after all that dreadful heat. Even if it is days later. But, it was that storm that also delayed my flight by three hours. I made it to Litwack’s neighborhood on the last outbound train to Somerville. A half hour past midnight. No time for exploring, unless I wanted to stop at the jazz club in the square for a drink, and I was half tempted to do this, if only to have an ice cold beer and watch whatever young band was performing. A bunch of guys in breezy linen shirts and fedoras. I can’t remember what the music sounded like as I lingered past en route to the apartment.
Somerville is one of the most densely populated neighborhoods Litwack tells me on our drive to get breakfast this morning. I can see this. Every house we pass between hers and the little cafe in Arlington has been divided into two units, if not more. These had to have been neighborhoods of single-family homes at one time. Now they are presumably home to the thousands of students attending one of the dozens of schools around here. Somerville itself is home to Tufts. These are also the neighborhoods of young folks in transition. The post-school period when you start searching for permanence. Planting roots. Litwack and her fiancee are among them. I’m interested to see what happens next, though I will quietly keep my fingers crossed that they stay in or near Boston when they figure things out. With other former classmates of ours having now moved out there, too, there is even more incentive to explore the area more.