Reflections: A Lazy Winter Sunday for My Dad, in My Words but His Boston Accent
“I swear tah Gahd, nothin’ is quietah ‘en the Cape in the wintahtime, nice tah get away frum people fah a change too, yah know, where it’s less crowded n’ the packies ahr big as red bahns n’ they’re right there on the side’ah goddamn main road fah easy access. But ya can get bored outtah ya mind all taghethah out here, so on a lazy mid-aftahnoon, befohr supah, nothin’ like hittin’ the bahr for a bee’ah, where ya end up knockin’ back pintsah Sam Adams tryin’ tah strike up a convuhsation with a bunch’ah pissed-off Pats fans n’ watchin’ Belichick scowl at his playahs frum the sidelines. Just tryin’ tah fahget the disastah of commutin’ between the Cape n’ wohrk tahmahrah, traffic on route 128’s just gettin’ outtah hand.”
*my autocorrect is having a seizure right now*