Boston Cream Pie, the official dessert of the Commonwealth Of Massachusetts, was perfected in the Parker House kitchens in Boston in the nineteenth century.
Since we're staying at the Parker House, we had to have Boston Cream Pie. For breakfast. In our room.
Over drinks yesterday evening at The Last Hurrah, inside the Parker House hotel, watching the rush hour crowds disperse from downtown Boston at the corner of Beacon and School streets, we remarked on how slovenly and poorly dressed they all looked, compared to the crowds one would might have witnessed in years past.
People in general used to take more care with how they presented their public selves. Even on civil rights marches from Selma to Montgomery.
