Boston in the past
Watching one of the ballgames, made me think, there’s a particular player, an I tend to refer to the on-field (and off) drama and comedy of the players as (player’s name) School of Acting. With that as an idea? What popped into my head in a meditative moment, but I doubt I’ll ever pursue it. Which then made me think about San Antonio’s own “Baseball at the Ghost Tracks” (Ball Park at the Ghost Tracks).
That logo, a menacing skull atop crossed baseball bats, richly evocative of the skull on the thigh bones for the Templars and then the pirate flag itself?
How about the twin masks of drama, laughing and crying, or happy and sad, over crossed baseball bats?
Baseball’s own School of Acting.
Boston in the past
The Trident Bookstore. I didn’t do any kind of research, so I know practically nothing about the place. Looks to be an independent, squeezed into a neighborhood that has outgrown its roots, and yet, the store is still there. Excellent staff, never scoffed at my accent or questions, and there’s a secret room on the second floor, behind a “secret passage” door that looks like books on a shelf.
Restaurant and coffee shop, plus a nicely arrayed collection of eclectic bestsellers. And stuff. But not too much stuff, just the right amount of kitsch, book reader souvenirs.
Boston in the past
Fishing buddy, we bonded when I commented on his accent, a strong New England brogue, and when I mentioned Boston, he strongly suggested Fra Diavolo for two, at The Daily Catch.
Walking over in the late morning, turning onto the street, the senses were instantly plunged into a weird sense of other places. The street was lined, for a block or two, with tiny Italian eateries, of various ilk. And Paul Revere’s house. but mostly Italian food, spilling out into the narrow street.
It is a tiny place, maybe 6 or 7 two-top tables, and most of those were shoved together as an 8-top. The open kitchen took up more than half the floor space.
I have no idea what I ordered but it came as a large bowl with mussels, clams, squid, calamari, shrimp, and lobster over perfectly seasoned spaghetti in a light red sauce.
Amazing.
Trust them fellers with the heavy accent; they know certain ethnic foods.
Boston in the past
I think I’m going to have to add “Sitting on the Green Monster” as a bucket list item. I mean, when the weather’s nice. There was a recent literary mention of the CITGO sign, hovering over left field.
All ties together, somehow.
