Boston tucks up at night and falls into a deep slumber. The city’s streets are relatively car and people-free in the early morning. A few delivery and sanitation trucks make their rounds; and of course, there is the omnipresence of hospital shift workers (garbed in scrubs) coming and going.
On an early-morning run through the city’s north side, I pass famous landmarks such as TD Garden, home to the legendary Celtics and Bruins. I jog down the concrete steps of the infamously ugly City Hall and over to its revolutionary predecessor, Faneuil Hall. I run through the new North End Park, as I-93 traffic rolls soundlessly through the Big Dig below. I head east until the land runs out at the Harbor. I pause to look at the distinct air traffic control tower across the water. I recall recently learning about the Logan the airport was named after.
I turn away from the water and head back home. Boston is living history. But on my run today, I am very much in the present.
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