1. The Green Line To Fenway Park
First the commuter rail out of Swampscott and then the Green Line to Fenway Park, was my first memory my first trip. The creaky sounds of the winding trolley cars, that unmistakable subway smell of rubber and electricity and then, finally, the walk up the ramp to see the Red Sox!
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It may have happened in Fitchburg, MA, but it’s all too relatable for any New Englander that will do whatever it takes to get their Dunkin’ in the morning.
With the dog days of August staring us straight in the face, the SouthCoast can take solace in knowing that pumpkin spice season is right around the corner.