Ghost Town for the DNC
Last night something happened that almost never happens: I got a seat on the train going home. In fact, I not only got a seat, I got a WHOLE two-person seat to myself, and several of the seats around me stayed empty throughout the entire trip. That's never happened before. The few times (less than ten) in the past that I've gotten a seat on the train home, I've had to share it.
This morning there were a lot of spaces open at the Dean College stop on the commuter rail, another unique event. And the train was more than 90% empty. Boston isn't quite a ghost town, but I'd estimate that there are only 50% as many people as usual commuting this week.
I like it this way, to tell you the truth.
This morning there were a lot of spaces open at the Dean College stop on the commuter rail, another unique event. And the train was more than 90% empty. Boston isn't quite a ghost town, but I'd estimate that there are only 50% as many people as usual commuting this week.
I like it this way, to tell you the truth.