Boston, a city where everything seems to be about politics. If you dress a certain way or walk in a confident manner or even what you eat. We were having lunch in Fanuiel Hall, I met this elderly couple from California, the guy talked when he heard my Irish accent and saw I was eating a salad. Eventually after explaining vine leaves to him, we talked about politics as I explained why I was there. We got a very sudden interruption from his previously quiet wife - the liberal bias in the media is overwhelming she told us, media was terrible, newspapers were the worst and Fox news was someway independent. She withdrew and looked defensively around her in case liberal was going to somehow going to invade subcutaneously unbeknownst to her. Her husband made some banal comment to take the edge off her argument, at which point she rose up again, more confident this time and shrugged off his comments, all she knew was that she wasn’t going to be taken in by these liberals, she knew better, she wasn’t going to catch Massachusetts liberal. All discussed she gladly announced that she was going back to California that night. She then withdrew…but sadly glanced at me before she left, knowing that I was lost.

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