I grew up in a wealthy seaside town, but I also served as a teacher in some pretty poor ghetto locales. A problem seen in Duxbury that is not seen in Dorchester, and one seen while my friend Hardcore Logo and I were strolling the mean streets of Panadram (I spell it wrong constantly, maybe I'll edit it later) involves "The guy towing the 50 foot yacht wants to make a left turn up a side street but someone parked a Range Rover on the curb of that street in a manner that prohibits the turn from being performed."
They were walking up and down the street asking people if that (the yacht-blocking SUV) was theirs. I heard a lady ask 3 different groups of people within earshot if that was their Range Rover. She came up to me, started the same question, looked over my attire (I dress constantly in a manner similar to how The White Shadow dressed, even when I get summoned to court), and amended the question to "Do you know who owns that Range Rover?"
The Boston Globe famously described Padanaram as "where life slows down." They were talking about the drawbridge, opened hourly, that cuts across Apponagansett Bay. They could have also been talking about piloting a Sea Cadillac down a side street of a town dating back to 1652. |
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