I have two sons and a daughter-in-law in Boston, and this is the weekend to advantage of a free bedroom to be a tourist. Denise and I are going to go on a whale tour, a duck tour, and walk the Freedom Trail.
I figure we wear our Alabama football paraphernalia, white tennis shoes, fanny packs, and cameras around our necks — and we’ll blend right in with the Yankees. (Is it insulting to refer to Bostonians as “Yankees” what with the baseball playoffs ongoing?)
I’m out until Tuesday. It may be a couple of days later before I start posting again. Unlike most of the time, I’ve been too busy to post ahead, and so when I’m gone, I’m really gone.
About Jay F Guin
My name is Jay Guin, and I’m a retired elder. I wrote The Holy Spirit and Revolutionary Grace about 18 years ago. I’ve spoken at the Pepperdine, Lipscomb, ACU, Harding, and Tulsa lectureships and at ElderLink.
My wife’s name is Denise, and I have four sons, Chris, Jonathan, Tyler, and Philip. I have two grandchildren. And I practice law.
Referring to anyone in Boston as a “Yankee” at this time would be the moral equivalent of conflating Auburn and Alabama to people in Tuscaloosa. In your case, the Duck might come back a passenger short.