We began our month stay in Boston by settling into our apartment on 101 Canal Street (Bulfinch Triangle sandwiched between the North and West End neighborhoods). The complex is just a few years old and we have a nice place on the 7th floor overlooking the North End, Custom House Tower, Financial District, construction site, and Government Center.
After a very long day of driving we decided to take a stroll to the Long Wharf and through the North End. We passed by Paul Revere’s house and the Old North Church (one if by land…..) before finding Lo Conte’s, this great Italian restaurant (the heck with Paul Revere and the North Church…..let’s eat!) that we dined at back in 2008 with the Murows. There is really nothing like a nice Italian dinner in Boston’s North End.
Wednesday we slept in, worked out, blogged about Pennsylvania, and walked to Fenway Park for the Cubs v. Red Sox game. So we know the Cubs are bad. Last place and all. Second worst batting average in all of major league baseball. But for us, seeing them in person four times now, outscoring the opposition (Cardinals, Yankees, Marlins and Red Sox) by a combined score of 44 to 18, well……it’s a bit unsettling (you have to be a Cubs fan to understand). But we’ll take it! The streak is alive at 4-0. One more Cubs game to go (Milwaukee in September).
Fenway is fantastic. Older than Wrigley by 2 years, it feels all of its’ 102 year history. People must have been smaller back in 1912 (19 and 12) as the incredibly uncomfortable grandstand seats and rows are a real tight squeeze (even for Robin). The field dimensions must have been designed and laid out by a Yankee fan and the center field bleachers appear to point toward the right field grandstand instead of the infield; and I swear those fans in the bleachers look like they are sitting in another county. But, it all adds to the mystique of the place. Fan or foe of the Red Sox, you have to love the unique oddities of Fenway. And seeing all those Cubbie home runs hit over the green monster……well, it was quite a sight! Oh, and kudos to the Red Sox fans. Losing 16 to 6 (top of the ninth) they start chanting “1908”. I thought only Cub fans knew the year they last won the world series.
We’ll be back at Fenway next week to see the White Sox. Maybe our “Chicago luck” will rub off.
While at the game we received notification that Boston would be celebrating the 4th of July on the 3rd of July……courtesy of Hurricane Arthur clashing with a Northeasterly cold front that totally flummoxed the weather folks here in New England. So after a trip to Walgreens (med refills) and lunch, we made our way to the Cambridge side of the Charles River (MIT campus) for a picnic dinner, to listen to the Pops (and guests including the Beach Boys) and watch the fireworks spectacular. The two hour show was great (although the Beach Boys need to call it a day) the fireworks were phenomenal, but sadly, due to a fast approaching thunderstorm, the Pops did not get to play the 1812 overture (they got them off stage very quickly to protect those very old instruments). Very disappointing. However we did make it to the T (subway) literally seconds before the skies opened up into a torrential downpour and fought our way back to North Station (conveniently located next door to our building).
It was quite a day, and in spite of the weather related abbreviated show, it was very cool to celebrate the 3rd of July in Boston!
Here is some firework video: