Boston has very defined Seasons, and all are great to experience.
Winter is cold and sometimes harsh. To live and work in the snow and cold is brutal. in December the sun goes down at about 4 pm, and that makes for some depressed people (millions of them) However, play time in the winter can be great fun. That first snowfall is a sight to see, snow covered pines, blankets of white snow.
Spring: ok, The winter is long, by the end of March things begin to warm a bit and you think Spring is here, you begin to relax a bit. Trust me, Winter is not over. Just when you begin to cheer up, one last freak storm comes to town. But then one day you wake up, all the snow is melted and trees and flowers have begun to bloom (literally overnight) The fresh smell in the air brings happiness to everyone. (think I'm kidding? look at the ear to ear grins on everyones faces) That first day you roll down the windows on the way home from work is a beautiful thing.
Summer: It's quick, perhaps 3 months, but it is truly magical. Weekend beach trips, warm (usually not HOT) days, cool nights, sleeping with the windows open. Summer is a great treat. You will notice anything indoors sees a dramatic drop in business during these months as we Bostonians want to enjoy every moment of Summer.
Fall: New England in the Fall! There is nothing like it. Sure, we know Winter is not far off, but Fall has so many speacial treats. That first crisp day where you walk outside in the morning and feel a chill. The foliage, which changes daily (you can drive down the same street you drove down yesterday and the colors will be completely different) the smell of burning leaves...Fall is magnifigant. The first day of each season
Boston has a real depth of culture which comes from it architecture, historical significance and people. This photo is of a Holocaust monument in the city. It was a very interesting design with names etched in glass disapearing off into the heights of the glass tubes. A very moving experience.
If you are planning to visit...
If you are planning to visit Boston, it is very important to book a hotel room early (especially if you care about getting a good price! Also, once you are here, buy a map of the city that has the routes of the subway system on it. The subway, known as the 'T' is a cheap and easy way to get around. It can take you to all kinds of good places, like to the Aquarium, the Science Museum, the Prudential building (the tallest in Boston), Harvard Square (which is a bit of a freak show), Fenway Park to see a Red Sox game, etc. It can take you to the bars...but not home from them (it closes at 1:30 am-no more trains!) I like to take a walk in the North End of Boston in the winter. The North End is a variable Little Italy, complete with Italian pastry and espresso shops, where little old men watch Italian soccer games on TV.
On October 28, 2006, Arnold "Red" Auerbach, the patriarch of the Boston Celtics, passed away. He was the architect of the Celtics basketball dynasty in the 1960s, as well as the man responsible for bringing Larry Bird, Kevin McHale, Robert Parish, Dennis Johnson, and Danny Ainge to the Green for their championship runs in the 1980s. He was also responsible for bringing one of the first black players in the NBA (Bill Russell) to then-racist Boston (Interestingly, if the Red Sox had such courage in 1946, they could have had Ted Williams, Jackie Robinson, and Roberto Clemente on the same team... but I digress...), then a few years later making the controversial move of elevating Russell to Player/Coach. Incredibly, just 20 years later, Auerbach was acccused of being racist for fielding a predominantly white team in the 1980s. Auerbach made a classic response: "Most teams (in the NBA) have a bunch of black players being led by a white coach. The Celtics have a bunch of white players being led by a black coach (K.C. Jones). Now you tell me who's being racist!"
Red, thanks for the championships, for the history, and for simply being yourself against all of the naysayers. You will be sorely missed.
I just remembered talking with my parents about what I wanted to do in school and how I wanted to get through college when we were walking on a pedestrian bridge over some thoroughfare near Boston University.