After a bit of candlepin bowling in Scarborough, Maine, we resumed our drive to Boston, Massachusetts. By the time we approached the Boston metro area, we’d already seen enough stupid, reckless, and selfish drivers to confirm the popular stereotype that Massachusetts drivers are as lousy as California drivers.
Our hotel in Boston was the Howard Johnson’s Fenway, which is less than a hundred yards from the main gate at Fenway Park where we’d attend an evening ballgame. After we spent a few minutes on Yawkey Way with several thousand loud and drunk Boston Red Sox fans, we made our way into Fenway Park to see the ballgame.
The weather was warm and humid but a fairly strong breeze kept us comfortable as we watched the Chicago White Sox defeat the Boston Red Sox, 7-5. Box Score