As you already know, my sister is getting married today, so I’ll be tied up with wedding preparations and then the actual wedding ceremony & reception all day. In honor of my baby sister’s big day, let me tell you about a funny thing that happened to her a couple of years back.
Let me set the scene.
My sister had a great apartment in East Boston, which was located right near the beach. Constitution Beach to be exact. It’s a pretty nice beach and we visited her to go to the beach several times. Besides the actual beach itself, there is a cool playground there for the kiddos and the best part was that my sister literally lived right up the street, so we could walk there (although there is free parking, too). My boys enjoyed that beach because it’s right across the harbor from Logan (airport) and we’d watch the planes taking off/landing. Plus there was also a T station right behind the beach, so we’d watch the red line trains go by. It’s pretty much every boys dream to go there. Digging in the sand, playing on the playground, planes and trains. She moved out of that apartment a few years ago & we haven’t been back to that beach since she left.