Snow-Inundated Brighton, And A Hard Earned Beer …(Blizzard Photos)
As Nemo raged last night, so too did many residents of Metro West at the Brighton Beer Garden, Joey’s, and whatever that Irish place is called in between them. Apparently a few Allston bars were open as well.
Nothing like the refreshing watery fizz of Bud Light or weak of prospect of hooking up with a stranger to bring Bostonians together through these difficult times.
Despite a minimal interest in such things myself, I reckoned a trek through the blizzard would be a riot and a great excuse to don some of my old expedition gear in earnest.
With a few sweaters, L.L. Bean hoodie, my faithful keffiyeh, and the same Carhartt jacket I used in the Swedish Arctic, and plunged into what would probably be the only exciting walk to Brighton Center all year. Besides that time I got to pet that German Shepherd puppy.
I provisioned with a sleeping bag and small flask, the latter to maintain motivation en route and the former in the outside chance I’d have to sleep on some strange couch should I be unable to continue.
I didn’t expect to see anybody out there besides Mr. Tumnus, but I was impressed by the impetuousness of the dozen or so Brightonites I encountered carrying snowboards and bottles of Captain Morgan.
As I write this morning, the snow dumps on. A diesel DRW Ford has been running up and down my street in what seems like an exercise in redundancy.
Perhaps I’ll offer to refill his Dunkin’ Donuts mug with a french-pressed delicacy in hopes I might entice him to free my Acura…
Which is looks like it’s going to stay well put for the foreseeable future.
Here inside RoadRoving HQ, we’re hunkered down with coffee, computers, and some back-issues of Rovers Magazine.