I grew up an hour south of Boston, and though my mom would bravely venture into the city to take me to the Science Museum or the Aquarium once in awhile, most of my family and the people I grew up with viewed Boston as a dangerous place, filled with traffic, aggressive drivers, and an indecipherable pattern of narrow, one-way streets. If someone were foolish enough to venture in, they were considered lucky to have found their way out alive and unscathed.
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MATT: AT HOME IN THE WORLD 