Posted by nemo on 7/10/2009, 7:28 pm
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On weekdays, part of my route home from work is to walk down Mass Ave from Cambridge, across the Charles River, down through the Back Bay part of Boston, to the Orange Line T station. There are fewer smokers than there used to be, but I see a few. There seem to be more on evenings when the Red Sox are scheduled to play, as was the case Wednesday. Two couples probably on their way to the game came out of a local restaurant. One young lady had just lit her cigarette.
The other had just lit a cigar. It was a small, tipped cigar, and she was taking a big drag, with a sizable exhale smelling of cherries. The cigar was a little bigger in diameter than a cigarette and about six inches long. It was a sighting I had been waiting for my whole life.
At this point, I couldn't describe the girl for you to save my life, but I'll never forget that inhale and exhale. Regrettably, I had nothing resembling a camera (my cell phone, can you believe it, doesn't do anything but make telephone calls), and of course I couldn't suddenly stop walking and gawk at her (though I wanted to).
At least my hero, Tim Wakefield, got his A.L.-leading eleventh win.
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