Accessibility

I love that adventure begins on our stoop. Better yet, it happens with little to no effort on our part. Take this weekend, for example. The North End celebrated the annual St. Anthony's Feast with food, parades, food, games, food, music, and, yes, more food. It was a delicious cacophony of Italian shouts and sizzling rice balls, ecstatic children and honking cabs as we shuffled with the mob that engulfed the neighborhood. All of this was just a short T ride away.

My entire life, I lived a twenty minute drive from New Bedford's infamous Portuguese Feast. I still have yet to witness this feast in my life. I have to say, it has never been more apparent that what held me back was the drive (the stabbings and gangs may have played a part also, but that's another story). The logistics, although obviously not insurmountable, were too much of a hassle. Who will drive? Actually, who will drive the soon to be intoxicated feasters? No one wants to deal with that. Suddenly, we've eliminated the logistic issues and are ready to tackle any feast that comes our way. Chalk one up for accessibility, Boston!