Pamela left a question on an old post of mine, wondering about the never-explained title of "Oh, vat vader" I had given that post. The answer to that is, unsurprisingly, that it came out of a book. Specifically, Anne Lamott's book on writing, Bird by Bird.
On a side note, goodness, how I disliked commuting into Boston for work! I am so not a city person.
I had to drive my husband to Logan Airport a few times while we lived in New Hampshire. Boston is built on old cow paths--and the drivers were rated some of the worst in the country at the time by I forget which organization, just that I agreed with them. There was still the national speed limit of 55, and doing 65, 70, I was literally run off the road by the aggressive speeders, with a crying hungry baby in the back seat. It made for a lasting memory of Boston.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, my cousin lived in Belmont, and that was a gorgeous neighborhood. So there was at least some balance to the freeway impression.