I don't pronounce my R's. I call a liquor store a packie, and a garbage can a barrel.
It's not a grinder or hero, it's a sub. It's not a shopping cart, it's a carriage. It's not a purse, it's a pockabook.
It's not a police car, it's a crewza. It's not a traffic circle or round about, it's a rotary.
I call a rubber band an elastic.
I call a water fountain a bubblah.
Sprinkles are jimmies, a basement is a cellah, and a living room is a pahlah.
A dresser is a bureau, a milkshake is a frappe, and dinner is suppah.
I call the Red Sox the 'Sox', the Celtics the 'C's', the Bruins the 'B's' and the Patriots the 'Pats'.
There are colored lights on top of the Old Hancock Building which tell the weathah. 'Solid blue = clear view', 'flashing blue = clouds due', 'solid red = rain ahead', 'flashing red = snow ahead', except in the summah when flashing red means the 'Sox' game was rained out!
I remember when Harry The Greek was thriving on the corner of East Berkeley and Washington.
I would often have breakfast at The Premier and lunch sitting at the countah at Liggett's with my Dad.
I often rode the EL as a kid, Boston's first elevated heavy rail metro line.
I remember Dover Station.
Any place west of Route 128 is the boonies, and although I prefer the ocean of the Maine Coastline, they say that Cape Cod is a piece of heaven right here on earth.
I ride the T.
I love that dirty wahtah of the Charles, but I know bettah than to swim in it.
I love the amazing history and culture of the great City of Boston, and the spirit of it's people.
I met my amazing wife at UMASS Amherst. Both my son and daughter also graduated from UMASS Amherst.
I'm a Bostonian and I'm wicked proud of it.
