We had gone to Roche Brothers in Downtown Crossing for some early morning grocery shopping. Not having had breakfast, we bought a snack in their fast food area and sat down outside to eat it, when out of the blue came a roving street preacher. He didn’t stay long but his decibel level left a very strong impression.
Dressed in floor length black, wearing a sensible hat and shoes, topped off by a long chain necklace, small cross and rings on both hands, this lady has walked down from Beacon Hill to shop for a bargain at a Boston retail institution.
(It was ever thus.)
Doesn’t she look scary?! Maybe I should call POTUS to get her deported. Or just maybe she is just shopping happily along Charles Street with a bunch of friends.
Here’s a clue. It’s the latter.
With Thanksgiving over and Black Friday shopping mania gripping this weekend, one begins to see the twinkle of pretty Christmas lights along Commonwealth Avenue. Soon Boston will be ablaze with all sorts of holiday decorative efforts.
One can only hope that somewhere in the midst of a, all too often, money driven cacaphony, the spirit of love and tolerance is being born again.