Last time going to Boston, I got approached by an MBTA police officer inside Park St Station who sees me walking towards the trolley while carrying a tennis racket under my arm. He says: Hey bud, what's your racket? So, I tell him I just got off the bus from Plymouth NH at North Station, and started telling him about my 93-year old mother and her Buick LeSabre with just 8000-miles on it, and the tennis courts out the Green Line in Waban. So, he says; so, how's everything in beautiful New Hampshire, and I say; it's a lot easier place to find a parking spot than here in Boston, and he says; ain't that the truth, buddy, and welcome to the City of Boston! ........
