The Accent You Didn’t Know You Had
The Boston that is and was, with a minor side-trip to Sicily…
I can only see the Boston of my youth when I squint. When I mentally erase the high-rise luxury apartment towers and exchange them for the winding, monstrous elevated highways that cleaved the whole city in two and threw shadows over entire neighborhoods, swallowing them up.
My father drove us into the …
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