Boston conjures up so many thoughts as to its history, architecture, sports teams, and more. When I think of Bean Town, I have memories of a different sort. There came a time when my parents went to Europe and left me alone with my younger sister. Big mistake. The house became party central. We didn't drink or do drugs. Instead, we hosted all night games of dictionary, charades, and Broadway musicals. There were people staying in the basement and wall-to-wall bodies sleeping everywhere else. We had lasagna for thirty people one night. In the midst of this mayhem, I suggested to my friend Joanne that we go to Boston for a few days. The last thing my dad said to me was "Don't use the car for anything other than going to and from work." So we packed up dad's old Skylark, filled up the tank with Jo's father's credit card and split. I quit my job, left my sister with a houseful, and disappeared with Jo. Responsibility was not my strong suit.
It's a funny thing, life on an island. To get anywhere off it, you have to go over a bridge, through a tunnel or float away on the ferry. Here, it will most likely get you to another island. This part of New York is full of islands large and small. You can get on to the continental US by taking the Throgs Neck bridge over to the Bronx. Nobody is going to the Bronx, no, they go straight through the Bronx. My Island, how do you relay what it is to someone who doesn't live here? Well, I have already had to explain it and show it to people who do live here. For several years, I taught a class called "Long Island's Natural Environment." It was an elective. I was floored by how little they knew about where they live.
I can't help it. I'm addicted to true crime, but I have been for many years before the current craze set in. I taught forensics for over 20 years. Forensics was my bread and butter because I love it, so it kinda spilled over into my everyday life. When I watch Investigation Discovery I am a ruthless critic.