my haunted house, part uno
Ah where to start, once upon a time, as all good stories start, I was a harried single mom sharing an apartment with some good friends. Anyplace in the greater Boston area has to be shared as they are too expensive any other way. My ex-husband's aunt worked at the corner store and would always have a cookie or a piece of cheese when we popped in.
On this hot muggy day my son was cranky from being wedged on the bus with too many people. I carried him off and down the street to our apt with its ugly orange stucco and I could hear the phone ringing inside. As i was the first one home I got to undo both deadbolts and get in.
The phone call was from the auntie down the street,
"Lock the doors, stay inside, for God's sake, don't go outside", and she hung up
I stepped back on to the porch to look into the store as it was set across the street on the opposing corner, and I noticed she shut the lights off. There were peoples heads bobbing in the light from the back room.
Then i saw an older lady that was walking up make a left turn into the entry way, the door popped open and she vanished inside. The street was empty, almost like it had been shut down.
A couple of minutes later I saw why.
These were the charlestown boys from the hill and the projects, identifiable with their identical buzz cuts and Red Sox t-shirts and oversized blue jeans being pulled up as they ran, hanging off their bums. i would say there were about 50 or 60 of them, not something i wanted to see i can tell you.
Then came the reason they were running, the barrio boys. this city has a long history of accepting people from all countries, and it was clear the townies had crossed the line out of their own district into someone else's.
A crowd of young hispanic boys, was for want of a better term, cruising behind them. Instead of their pants several of them held open machetes, bats and sticks. I swear I saw a couple of aks but I couldn't be sure
I stood still behind the post, they passed and then and only THEN did I see 2 police cruisers.
I went in the house. I thought, I had a son, what was life going to be for him if i stayed here? I had worked studied a semester at Boston City Hospital and how many young men had been wheeled in from some stupid gang action like this? I already knew that I would have to leave in a few months as my landlord was raising the rent, but now I resolved to go to a place that had little of this bs.
my brother suggested new hampshire, there were good towns and some real winners like nashua where we usually hung out. with some of the friends i already had we engineered a mass move of our little family. north to the queen city.
A new start for all of us, sick of the city,
Ya i got to say it was a start!