the shade of poison trees

i spent this past weekend in New York City. and in the entirety of the weekend, experienced a variety of situations. sitting in times square traffic for 1 + hours because of a polish parade and nearly getting crushed between two rapidly closing subway doors may give you a hint. i even have the grease stains on my not so lucky skirt to prove it. but not once in any of those 4 days did i see a taxi cab drive backwards down the street. (something i've only ever seen my mother do.) i'm not talking about driving the opposite direction on a one way street. i mean using reverse to do exactly what you shouldn't, and using the rearview mirror as your windshield. i suppose despite all of this i wouldn't have been surprised had i seen this in the city. new york taxi drivers are capable of nearly anything. but boston?

our bus back to bangor stopped for a 40 minute layover in boston. beckah and i walked around for 30 minutes and she decided to go back to the bus. i stayed outside and walked around few more blocks. as i waited to cross by a street corner, i saw, unbelievably so, a taxi cab backing up a very major bostonian road. perhaps this wouldn't have been so bad had he just scooted back to a person he'd failed to pick up, but crossing over an intersection... i don't know if i was more amazed at his actual skill in succeeding, or his amount of insanity to even try it.

but i still love boston.