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Wicked Good Reasons to Love Living in Boston

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A swan boat carrying passengers across the pond in the Boston Public Garden on a sunny day.

Boston is my Home Town

Back in March, when I was contemplating making a life change and moving, I wrote about why I changed my mind and decided to stay in Massachusetts. (Why I Might Just Stay Put in Massachusetts) After all, Massachusetts is one of the most expensive states to live in and our weather is questionable at best — cold and snowy three‑quarters of the year and hot and humid the rest.

Spring and fall? Look quick or they’re gone. Sometimes you only know it’s spring because your car, walkway, and deck all turn yellow from the pollen. Hello allergies.

But as I said in that March post, there are some reasons to stay. And recently I saw a list (you know I love lists) of reasons living in Boston is the best and everyone should move here. Let’s see if I agree with them.

1. The distinctive and gorgeous skyline.

Yes, Boston is a beautiful city, sitting as it does right on the harbor. There’s nothing quite like taking a boat ride around the harbor and its islands. From lighthouses to forts to the skyscrapers shining in the sun, Boston mixes the old with the new. You can even spot the Old North Church spire while you cruise.

 

 

2. Boston is loaded with landmarks.

From Faneuil Hall (built in 1742) to Fenway Park (the oldest ballpark in the MLB), from Bunker Hill to the Freedom Trail (you can visit Paul Revere’s house), or even the Charlestown Navy Yard where you can tour the USS Constitution (Old Ironsides).

3. History buffs will love exploring.

If you want to go beyond the usual Freedom Trail stops, Boston has some wonderfully under‑the‑radar historic gems. One of my favorites is Fort Warren out on Georges Island. I went there when I first moved here in the 70s, and it still has that same windswept, slightly spooky charm — Civil War history, granite walls, and the legend of the “Lady in Black,” all wrapped up in one ferry ride.

And while you’re in a historical mood, wander over to The Warren Tavern in Charlestown. It’s one of the oldest taverns in Massachusetts and still operating today. Paul Revere and George Washington once stopped in, and more importantly, they serve popovers — one of the only places besides the old Anthony’s Pier 4 (now closed) where I’ve ever had them. That alone makes it worth the visit.

4. Our scenic waterfront.

Follow the Harborwalk and enjoy a relaxing stroll along the shoreline. It leads you past Christopher Columbus Waterfront Park, the Rose Kennedy Greenway, and the lively piers that frame the harbor. It’s one of the prettiest stretches in the city.

5. We’re wicked smaht — or at least well‑educated.

Boston is a city of learning. The Boston Redevelopment Authority says there are 35 colleges in Boston — which tells me they’re counting the Greater Boston area. And honestly, that makes sense. We have a plethora (like that big word?) of universities to choose from, including:

  • Boston University (BU)
  • Northeastern University
  • Boston College (technically Chestnut Hill, but part of the campus sits within Boston city limits)

And if we’re counting Greater Boston, then of course we have to include Harvard, sitting stuffy and pompous in its Cambridge shrine. Right across the river is MIT, the youthful upstart of the computer world — the place where geniuses seem to grow on trees. Add those two heavy hitters into the tally, and suddenly 35 colleges doesn’t sound far‑fetched at all.

6. Oh, we have the best Italian food too.

Just take a stroll through the North End. The narrow streets are lined with pizzerias and local grocery stores — not 7‑Elevens. Stores with olives and marinara and fresh pasta. And for a real treat of gluttony, visit during Saint Anthony’s Festival. Mama Mia!

7. When foodies die, they go to Boston.

If there’s one thing Boston knows how to do, it’s throw a food festival. Ice cream days in the summer, Oktoberfest in the fall, seafood festivals all over the area. And let’s talk cultural events — Irish celebrations with plenty of food and drink, Haitian and Jamaican festivals like Boston JerkFest, and even a “Fluff Fest” to celebrate Marshmallow Fluff.

8. We’re no slouches when it comes to inventing dishes.

Boston Cream Pie and Parker House rolls were first dreamed up at the Parker House Hotel. Boston baked beans harken back to the 1600s and the Pilgrims. And cookies? The Boston area is the gold standard for chocolate chip — the original Toll House cookie started here. Then the Fig Newton jumped in. Are we good or what!

9. We’re a wonderfully diverse bunch.

It’s well known that Boston’s roots include the British (remember those Redcoats/loyalists), the Irish (hello Southie), and the Italians in the North End (ciao!). But we’ve also got Haitian, Jamaican, Cape Verdean, and even Moldovan communities. I’m sure we can find more if we dig a little deeper.

10. This is a creative and artistic city.

We have concerts on the Esplanade and the Boston Pops. There’s the beautiful Gardner Museum and the MFA. Even our library is a thing of beauty.

Boston Athenæum

11. Boston offers world‑class healthcare.

Let’s be honest — we can’t all have perfect health. If you must get sick, what better place than Boston, where we have some of the top doctors and surgeons in the world? And we’ve been sedating patients for surgery almost forever. Boston gave the world anesthesia — right in the Ether Dome at Mass General — turning surgery from a horror show into something survivable.

12. Like shoes? Specifically athletic shoes?

Then Boston is the place for you. Reebok, New Balance, and Converse are all headquartered here. Makes sense when you think the world’s oldest marathon is run here every April.

13. Boston is extremely walkable.

Boston has a walk score of 81/100 — third in the nation. Many of our streets are still paved with cobblestones, so walking is the preferred means of travel. A lot less bumpy. So strap on that Fitbit and hit those 10k milestones.

14. Parks and green spaces.

Boston is surrounded by the Emerald Necklace, a series of parks that cover 7 miles from Boston Common to Franklin Park. It’s a 1,100‑acre chain of parks linked by waterways and parkways. Designed by Frederick Law Olmsted, it is the only fully intact linear park system he ever created. Almost anyone who lives in Boston is within a 10‑minute walk of a patch of green.

15. The T.

That’s MBTA to you non‑Bostonians. We were first in the nation, but as I’ve told you in the past, we always seem to arrive late. We ranked 3rd in the nation for our public transit system. When you figure that’s an assessment of 136 cities with populations over 175,000, that’s really a win.

16. Sports… what can I say?

Boston is sports‑crazy. Even if you weren’t a sports fan when you came here, you’ll get caught up. We love our teams — the Sox, Pats, Bruins, Celtics — we’re a city of champions. Just look at the banners hanging from the rafters in the Garden. We stick with them through all the ups and downs. We’re not fair‑weather fans.

17. Neighborhoods.

This was one of the things that hit me when I moved here in the 70s. Boston was a city, but it didn’t feel like one. It wasn’t like New York City. Boston was more like a cluster of little cities and towns all rolled into one. Neighborhoods had a flavor, and you knew your neighbors — at least enough to offer a friendly wave.

18. The sight of the city after dark.

This has always been a big one for me. When I first moved here, I’d go back home fairly often. I’d drive the Mass Pike back and forth on weekends. There was nothing like the feeling I got as the skyline of Boston came into sight when I returned. I’d come barreling down that section of the Pike past Belmont and the Mormon Temple, and there were the lights of Boston spread out before me. I never drive that stretch at night without getting an overwhelming feeling of I’m home now.

I know this has run long, but there was just so much to say about life in Boston. Special thanks to Juliet White for her essay 18 Reasons Living in Boston is the Best and Everyone Should Move Here. It was the launching point for this post. I’ve tried to stay true to her headings while putting my own spin on it. I hope you enjoy it and welcome any of your thoughts and observations.

 

Trying Out Car‑Free Living in Massachusetts

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Public transit bus on a quiet road surrounded by trees.

Trying Out Car‑Free Living in Massachusetts

For most of my adult life, having a car was just… normal. It sat in the driveway, ready for short errands, grocery runs, and the occasional appointment. But over the past year, the math stopped making sense. Between rising medical co‑pays, insurance rates that seem to go up just because they can, and Massachusetts’ infamous excise tax, I found myself paying more to own the car than I ever spent to drive it.

I was only putting a couple thousand miles a year on the odometer. A few trips to the store. A doctor’s appointment here and there. Nothing that justified the monthly insurance bill, the gas, the maintenance, the taxes, and the general “just in case” expense of keeping a vehicle I barely used.

And now that I’m retired, we can scratch the commuting part right off the list. Suddenly the car feels far less necessary. What used to be a “must‑have” has turned into an expensive convenience.

So I made a decision:
I turned in my car.

Not lost it.
Not had it taken away.
I chose to let it go.

And once I said it out loud, the reactions came pouring in.

Friends, neighbors, and even a few casual acquaintances had opinions — strong ones. Some thought it was smart. Others thought I was out of my mind. Joe told me about a woman he knows who ditched her car years ago and now uses Uber for everything. According to her, she saves a fortune and never has to worry about repairs, inspections, or surprise breakdowns. That story stuck with me.

So here I am, trying out car‑free living in Massachusetts to see how it goes.

Getting Around Without a Car

Massachusetts isn’t exactly known for smooth, seamless public transit, but it does have options — you just have to know where to look.
Don’t believe me? Just read my earlier post,
“Boston Transit – First in the Nation, Last to Arrive”
and you’ll see exactly what I mean.

Cabs, Uber, and Lyft

These are the obvious choices. They’re not cheap, but they’re reliable, and for short trips they’re still far less expensive than owning a car I barely used.

Dial‑A‑Ride

This one has already become a favorite. For $3.00 round‑trip, Dial‑A‑Ride will take me to the store and pick me up again. They send a text when the driver is on the way, and another when they’re one minute out. There’s a 15‑minute pickup window, but you can text “ETA” and get an instant update telling you exactly where you fall in that window. It’s surprisingly efficient and takes a lot of the guesswork out of waiting.

GATRA Bus System

The bus literally picks up on my corner and goes straight to Hannaford. Right now, the buses are free until June 30. After that, we’ll see if the politicians decide to renew the program. I’m hopeful, but I’m also realistic.

Delivery Services

Between Hannaford To Go, DoorDash, and Instacart, Uber eats, etc.  I can get groceries and essentials without needing to leave the house. It’s not something I want to rely on all the time, but it’s a great backup.

What About Travel?

Honestly, the only time I’d really need a car is if I start traveling again. And if that happens, I won’t be driving around Massachusetts — I’ll be renting a car somewhere far away, preferably somewhere warm, sunny, and blissfully free of excise taxes.

If I’m in a tropical paradise, I’m not bringing a Massachusetts car with me. I’ll rent one at the airport like everyone else.

And for the occasional local need, there’s the new kid on the block: Flexcar. It’s expensive, yes, but it doesn’t lock you into a long‑term lease or a car payment. Insurance is included, so there are no surprise bills. It’s a “use it when you need it” option, and that flexibility is worth something.

My First Dial‑A‑Ride Experience

I’ll admit, I was nervous the first time I scheduled a Dial‑A‑Ride trip. It felt strange to plan ahead for something I used to do on autopilot. But the process was easier than I expected. I called, booked the time, and waited.

The van pulled up right on schedule. The driver was friendly, the ride was smooth, and for the first time since turning in my car, I felt a little spark of confidence. Maybe this really can work.

 

So What’s Next?

Car‑free doesn’t mean light‑traveling. Some days I’m my own pack mule.

I’m not declaring myself permanently car‑free. This is an experiment — a practical, budget‑friendly, sanity‑preserving experiment. I’m learning as I go, adjusting where I need to, and discovering that life without a car isn’t the catastrophe some people imagine.

It’s different.
It takes planning.
But it’s doable.

And who knows?

Maybe this will be the start of a whole new chapter.

 

 

 

 

A Local Gem! Happy National Donut Day!

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🍩 Happy National Donut Day!

Do you know what today is? Not Hump Day — National Donut Day.
And you know what that means: free donuts. Yes, Dunkin’ is handing them out today. Is this a great country or what.

There is one tiny catch: you need to buy a beverage. But honestly… who eats a donut without something to drink?

 

 

⭐ A Donut Lover’s Confession

I’m a true donut fan. If I weren’t on a permanent diet, I’d happily eat one every day — though I doubt it would keep the doctor away. Still, I consider myself a donut connoisseur. I know a good donut when I see one.

And this week? I didn’t just see one.
I came, I saw, I tasted, and I ascended straight to donut nirvana. These donuts were better than my mom’s (sorry, Mom), and hers were legendary.

Where did I find this bliss?
The Colonial Do‑Nut Shop kiosk inside Morton Hospital.

A police officer stands at the counter of the Colonial Do‑Nut Shop kiosk inside Morton Hospital, with staff preparing donuts behind the counter.

Colonial Do‑Nut Shop – Morton Hospital Kiosk

 

 

⭐ Colonial Do‑Nut: A Taunton Classic

Colonial Do‑Nut Shop has been serving Taunton for more than 70 years. The pandemic forced them to close, but they came back strong, reopening under new ownership in 2024.

The flagship shop at 91 Broadway is still right where it’s always been — turning out fresh donuts, crullers, and breakfast sandwiches. Just get there early: they close at noon.

So how did I get mine at Morton Hospital?
When the new owners were preparing to reopen Broadway, the opportunity came up to open a satellite location in the hospital lobby. The donuts are baked fresh on Broadway every morning and delivered to the kiosk.

⭐ The Old Fashioned That Stole My Heart

I’m an “Old Fashioned” girl — plain, crispy outside, tender inside, with a whisper of cinnamon and a hint of nutmeg. And these? Hands down the best.

I meant to take a picture, but… well… I started eating it. You understand.

 

 

Happy National Donut Day!
It may not be free at Colonial Do‑Nut, but if you can get there, it will be so worth it.

Make Way for Ducklings

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Make Way for Ducklings: Boston’s Most Beloved (and Frequently Kidnapped) Family

If you’ve ever wandered through the Boston Public Garden, you’ve probably met the city’s most famous residents: Mrs. Mallard and her eight ducklings, immortalized in bronze and endlessly climbed on by children, tourists, and the occasional overly enthusiastic adult who should know better.

They’re based on the classic 1941 children’s book Make Way for Ducklings by Robert McCloskey — which, in a very Massachusetts move, has been officially declared the Commonwealth’s children’s book. Because of course it has. If we love something, we legislate it (remember the chowder?).

A Duck Family Cast in Bronze

The bronze duck family was created by sculptor Nancy Schön and installed in 1987. They’re lined up in a neat little row — Mrs. Mallard in front, followed by Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack, and Quack — and they are:

  • rubbed shiny by millions of tiny hands
  • photographed more than the average Kardashian
  • climbed on daily
  • and beloved in a way that borders on civic obsession

If you stand there long enough, you’ll see at least one toddler attempt to ride Mrs. Mallard like a Kentucky Derby contender. 

Years of tiny hands have polished them so shiny they practically glow — and honestly, that tracks. New Englanders love to touch bronze animals for good luck. It’s right up there with eating chowder on a hot day and pretending we don’t mind the weather.

Dressed for Every Occasion

People dress these ducks up more often than most folks I know change their own outfits. Depending on the season, you might find them wearing:

  • Easter bonnets
  • Patriots jerseys
  • Red Sox gear
  • Scarves in winter
  • Pride flags in June
  • Pumpkin hats in October
  • Graduation caps (because Boston has more colleges than Dunkin’ locations, and that’s saying something)

There’s no official “duck stylist,” but somehow the outfits appear like magic. It’s very Boston: no one admits to doing it, but everyone approves.

Honestly, they get dressed up more often than the average Bostonian heading to a Patriots game in January — and we’ll wear anything as long as it’s warm and vaguely team‑colored.

Make Way for Ducklings statues in the Boston Public Garden

The Great Ducknappings of Boston

Here’s the part that always makes people blink:
The ducklings get stolen. Frequently.

Not all eight at once — that would require a level of planning usually reserved for heists — but one or two at a time. Usually it’s:

  • a prank
  • a drunken college student
  • or someone who thought, “You know what my dorm room needs? A 40‑pound bronze duck.”

They almost always get returned, sometimes anonymously, sometimes by a sheepish parent dragging a guilty teenager by the elbow. The city keeps replacement molds on standby because Boston has accepted that this is simply part of life now.

It’s practically a local sport, right behind candlepin bowling and arguing about which place has the “real” clam chowder.

Why We Love Them

There’s something about these statues that hits people right in the heart. Maybe it’s nostalgia for the book. Maybe it’s the charm of a duck family marching through the Garden like they own the place. Or maybe it’s that deep New England instinct to adopt anything small, cute, and slightly chaotic — see also: our weather.

Whatever it is, the ducks are woven into Boston’s identity. They’re whimsical, sturdy, slightly chaotic, and beloved — which, come to think of it, describes the city pretty well too.

 

Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies cooling on a wire rack

Cookies- And they all Started in Massachusetts

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CoooKies! Nothing like a good chocolate chip cookie to put a smile on Cookie Monster's face. And it all started in Massachusetts

Massachusetts: The Unsuspecting Cookie Capital

Ah, food. Is it any wonder I write about eating so often? Sure, we all need food to live, but that’s not the real reason. The real reason is simple: I love sharing recipes and little bits of cooking lore.

I’m not turning Around Dusty Roads into a cooking blog — don’t worry — but while I’m enjoying a slice of my angel food cake (it’s pretty yummy), I want to share a little tasty Massachusetts baking history.

Because believe it or not, this state didn’t just give the world one iconic cookie.
It gave us two.

The Toll House Cookie: A Massachusetts Original

Let’s start with the queen of cookies: the classic chocolate chip — or as we call it around here, the Toll House Cookie.

We can thank Ruth Wakefield for this masterpiece. People have tried every variation under the sun — M&M’s, butterscotch, pretzels, sea salt — but nothing beats the original. Warm, melty, simple perfection.

I haven’t been to Faneuil Hall lately, but they used to have an entire kiosk devoted to chocolate chip cookies. Warm from the oven, wildly overpriced, and absolutely irresistible. It was always my first stop.

Where it all began

The Toll House Inn in Whitman, Massachusetts opened in 1930, run by Ruth and her husband Kenneth Wakefield. The building itself dated back to 1817, but Ruth’s cooking was what made the place famous.

One day she served a butter‑drop cookie studded with chopped chocolate. Customers went wild. Ruth, being a smart cookie herself, realized she had something special.

So she struck a deal with Nestlé — a lifetime supply of chocolate in exchange for printing her recipe on their semi‑sweet chocolate chip bags.


A sweet deal indeed.

The original Toll House Inn sadly burned down in 1984, but you can still visit the historical marker at 362 Bedford Street, Whitman, MA, where the world’s favorite cookie was born.

The Fig Newton: Massachusetts’ Other Claim to Cookie Fame

So what’s the second cookie?
That would be the humble, beloved Fig Newton.

You don’t usually find people casually baking Fig Newtons at home — these are very much a commercial cookie. Maybe not as universally adored as the chocolate chip, but they’ve earned their place in the cookie hall of fame.

A cookie named after Newton

The Fig Newton was created in 1891 at the Kennedy Biscuit Works in Cambridgeport, and named after the nearby town of Newton. It was one of the very first mass‑produced baked goods in the United States.

Originally, Fig Newtons were made of a soft, cake‑like dough wrapped around a thick fig jam. They were so popular that the brand eventually shortened the name to simply Newtons, and added flavors like strawberry and raspberry.

Still, the fig version remains the classic.

If you’re a truly determined baker, you can find recipes for homemade Fig Newtons. And if you ever make them, I want the full report.

Final Crumb

Massachusetts may be famous for its history, its coastline, and its questionable driving habits, but it deserves a little credit for its contributions to the cookie world too.

Two iconic treats — one homemade, one commercial — both born right here.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to my angel food cake.