One thing you lose in the car-centric suburbs is the snippets of overheard conversation as you pass in the street. Friday I was able to collect these:
"And she says, so why were you in jail, and I say 12 accounts of attempted murder..."
"...there's a Quidditch match..."
she: "...then somebody got stabbed---"
he: "Yeh, but they were stabbed over there." (points across street)
We met an adorable South Boston couple at the bar, in a way New Englanders never meet, which is by making eye contact and introducing themselves. So Kate and Brendan, if you are listening, hope you had a happy Halloween (with or without apostrophes)