When Love Becomes a Memory
May. 21st, 2013 07:08 pmBoston, 1969
It was cold. Very, very, bone-numbingly cold. Of course, that was February in Boston for you. The locals were used to it. Actually, it was a point of pride; when an non-native bitched about it, most Boston natives just smirked and at the very least thought the person was a pansy, if they didn’t outright say it. Most said it. There was still about a foot of snow on the ground from a few recent snowfalls, but again, that was pretty much par for the course for this time of year.
( ...I'm sorry )
It was cold. Very, very, bone-numbingly cold. Of course, that was February in Boston for you. The locals were used to it. Actually, it was a point of pride; when an non-native bitched about it, most Boston natives just smirked and at the very least thought the person was a pansy, if they didn’t outright say it. Most said it. There was still about a foot of snow on the ground from a few recent snowfalls, but again, that was pretty much par for the course for this time of year.
( ...I'm sorry )