My parents taught my sister and I to be citizens of the world. Between the years of 1987-1994, the Romanos’ could be found on vacation somewhere during the Summer. Our destinations started ranged from Hawaii to London (and all points in between). They were what you might call “vacations of a lifetime. Adventures that saw us exploring the world and learning about different people and places (as well as having an amazing time.
1990 found the Romano Family invading the North East coast of this country. I can remember us flying into Boston during the middle of August. The country was mobilizing for Operation Desert Shield, the Red Sox were in a pennant race, and here we were in the middle of Boston on a Saturday afternoon. I could not think of anywhere else I wanted to be that day.
I grew up a fan of the Chicago Cubs and the Boston Red Sox (I am a glutton for baseball punishment). So I really wanted to see the Red Sox play at Fenway Park, but we were unable to get tickets. So my father and I stumbled upon a bar that served oysters and had beer on tap. Roger Clemons pitched that day. The Red Sox won. The oysters were incredible. The bartender actually told us that Bass Ale was better than Sam Adams with oysters. The thing I remember most were the people in the bar were all natives of Boston who made a couple of guys from the Midwest feel at home. “Bring yer oysters down and sit by us”. “Tommy, get these gentlemen anything they want-put it on our tab”. My dad and I wound up being incredibly late that night to our hotel to meet my mom and sister. We had fun. The Red Sox won, the Rocket struck out 10. It was quite a day
We spend the weekend in Boston before moving on to Nantucket on Monday. I found the people to be warm and wonderful (I still do).
When I got news of the bombs going off at the Marathon on Patriots Day. I was stunned, sad, and angry. Then I found myself smiling, when I heard the stories coming out about the first responders running into the smoke to help, read about the people who finished the race and kept running to the hospital to give blood. You get knocked down, you get up and help the other guy up. To me, that’s what Boston Strong is.
Boston will be back. Patriots Day 2014, I’d like to be there. It will be their best ever.
God Bless the people of Boston