A couple of years ago I sat down to write an entry on this blog about how I went to Coney Island for the first time in 20 years and there happened to be a massive hurricane that day.  I thought no other adventure would ever top that one.

But I got one that did.  Today I visited South Boston for the first time, or Southie.  Southie is a lovely place that doesn’t get nearly the credit it deserves for its beauty.  However, no one told me about the number of the planes.  Oh and because whenever I visit a new place, this is what happens: