Look, we are NOT the city of brotherly love, we are NOT the city of friendship, and we are NOT the city of hospitality.
We are and always have been a city of rebels, patriots, and smart-asses.
If you come into the city, this is what you should expect - patriotism and sarcasm. I love this place. I wish I could afford to live here, but I can't, so I keep coming back like I do live here. Lately, it certainly feels like I do, anyway.
It's rainy today, then sleeting, then just plain raw. It's okay; it's spring time in the city. Welcome to Boston -- where the people can be as cold as the weather, and we damn well like it that way.
