A fellow geographer
passed this along after I had been in Bridgewater -- about an hour south
of Boston, depending on traffic -- for almost two years. The sense of place
in the Boston area is so distinctive that I actually understood most of
these points after such a short time in the area. For other newcomers and
visitors, I hope this page helps to take some of the mystery out of visits
to the Hub of the Universe. JH-B |
You might be from Boston if:
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You think of Philadelphia as the Midwest.
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You think it's your God-given right to cut someone off in traffic.
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You think there are only 25 letters in the alphabet (no R's).
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You think three straight days of 90+ temperatures is a heat wave.
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All your pets are named after Celtics or Bruins.
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You refer to 6 inches of snow as a "dusting."
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Just hearing the words "New York" puts you in an angry mood.
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You don't think you have an attitude.
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You always 'bang a left' as soon as the light turns green, and oncoming
traffic always expects it.
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Everything in town is "a five-minute walk."
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When out of town, you think the natives of the area are all whacked.
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You still can't bear to watch highlights from Game 6 of the 1986 World
Series.
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You have no idea what the word "compromise" means.
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You believe using your turn signal is a sign of weakness.
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You don't realize that you walk and talk twice as fast as everyone else.
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You're anal, neurotic, pessimistic, and stubborn.
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You think if someone is nice to you, they must want something, or
are from out of town.
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Your favorite adjective is "wicked."
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You think 63-degree ocean water is warm.
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You think the Kennedys are misunderstood.
If you're from Boston:
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You'll know who the cahdnal is, how to take the T to JP and what the blinking
red light atop the old Hancock Building means in the summer (in winter
it means snow is due).
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If you're smaht, you'll never get cahded at the packie (liquor, or
package, store).
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You only eat Italian sausage outside Fenway Pahk before a Sox game with
mustid, peppahs-n-onions.
When we say / We mean....
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bizah = odd
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flahwiz = roses, etc.
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hahpahst = 30 minutes after the hour
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Hahwahya? = How are you?
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khakis = what we staht the cah with
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pissah = superb
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retahded = silly
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shoowah = of course
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wikkid = extremely
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yiz - you, plural
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pupcahn - popular snack
How we'll know you weren't bon heah:
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You wear a Harvard sweatshirt.
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You cross at a crosswalk.
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You ask directions to "Cheers."
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You order a grinder and a soda.
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You follow soccer.
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You eat at Durgin Park.
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You pronounce it "Worchester" or "Glouchester."
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You call it "COPEly" Square.
Getting around:
Boston is a mishmosh of 17th-century cow paths and 19th-century landfill
penned in by water. You
know, "One if by land, two if by sea."
Which Warren Street do you want? We have three Warren Avenues,
three Warren
Squares, a Warren Park, and a Warren Place. Pay no attention
to the street names.
There's no school on School Street, no court on Court Street, no dock
on Dock Square, no water on Water Street. Back Bay streets are in
alphabetical odda. Arlington, Berkeley,
Clarendon, Dartmouth. So are South Boston streets: A, B, C, D.
If the streets are named after trees (Walnut, Chestnut, Cedar), you're
on Beacon Hill. If they're
named after poets, you're in Wellesley.
All avenues are properly referenced by their nicknames: Comm Ave,
Mass Ave, Dot Ave.
Dot is Dorchester, Rozzie is Roslindale, JP is Jamaica Plain. Readville
doesn't exist.
The North-East-South-West thing: Southie is South Boston. The
South End is the South End. Eastie is East Boston. The North
End is east of the West End. The West End and Scollay
Square are no more - a guy named Rappaport got rid of them one night.
Definitions:
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Boston cream pie is a cake.
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Frappes have ice cream; milk shakes don't.
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Chowdah does not contain tomatoes.
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If it's fizzy and flavored, it's tonic. Soda is club soda.
Pop is Dad.
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When we mean tonic WATER, we say tonic WATER.
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The smallest beer is a pint.
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Scrod is whatever they tell you it is, usually fish.
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If you paid more than $6 a pound, you got scrod.
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It's not a water fountain, it's a bubblah.
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It's not a trash can, it's a trash barrel.
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It's not a shopping cart, it's a carriage.
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It's not a purse, it's a pockabook.
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Brown bread comes in a can. You open both ends, push it out, heat
it, and eat it with baked beans.
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They're not franks, they're haht dahgs. Franks are money in France.
Things not to do:
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Don't call it Beantown.
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Don't pahk your cah in Hahvid Yahd. They'll tow it to Meffa (Medford)
or Slumaville (Sommerville).
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Don't swim in the Charles, no matter what Bill Weld tells you.
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Don't sleep in the Common.
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Don't wear orange in Southie on St. Patrick's Day (you may be killed).
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Don't call the mayah "Mumbles." He hates that, and will tell you
not to be an 'alcatraz around his neck'.
Things you should know:
There are two State Houses, two City Halls, two courthouses, two Hancock
buildings (one old, one new). There's also a Boston Latin School and a
Boston Latin Academy. Both are referred to as Boston Latin.
How should we know which one you mean?
Route 128 is also I-95. It is also I-93.
It's the Sox, the Pats (or Patsies if they're losing), the Seltz, the
Broons.
The Harvard Bridge doesn't go to Harvard. It goes to MIT.
It's measured in 'smoots', which is the
length of a certain Computer Science student at MIT.
The underground train is not a subway. It's the T, and it doesn't
run all night (fah chrysakes, this ain't
Noo Yawk).
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