The human in me would like this to be an easy, carefree ride in which I occasionally look up from my book to gaze out the window to muse about how wonderful it is to be environmentally friendly and not have to search for a parking spot in Boston. The writer in me is kind of hoping for a disaster, which makes for a better story. (It’s kind of like the time in college when Prof. Yaeger assigned his infamous “Take a walk down Commonwealth Ave. and write about it” first paper to the BF101 students and I decided not to turn around and wait for better weather when the sky opened up. I ended up drenched, but it was way more fun to write — and read.)
So — if you’re trying to get to the State House at 9:30 a.m., would you play it extra safe and go for the 7:09 that gets in at 8:23, or would you gamble and try for the 7:49 which gets in at 9:08? And how bad is parking at the Grafton station these days — will all the spots be filled?
Ugh. Looks like my choice of return trains means I have to either wrap up business by 12:10 or hang out in Boston until 2:40, meaning I don’t get back to Grafton until (optimally) 3:59.