Boston Bitchin'

Which is to say ... the Boston weather is heavenly and we should all be raving about it. Just the most gorgeous thing.

However ...

I now realize that there's something just not right, just not Puritanical, just not Bostonian about good weather. There's something downright self-indulgent, hedonistic, even sybaritic about this fine weather.

In fact, I realized today, that it's not Boston if you can't bitch about the weather. I am afraid I have lost my way and this can't be Boston. This may be Miami Beach and some evil agent has transported all of us to that paradise.

Hell, you walk down the street and all the pasty-faced, wool scarf bandaged Bostonians look a little naked in happy play clothes and pink around the edges with bits of sunburn. I am very worried about this. It is just plain wrong.