I watched that motorcade leave Hyannisport and travel all the way into Boston. People all over the place--on bridges, under bridges, stopping their cars (even those going in the opposite direction), on corners, in windows--then the motorcade travels into the heart of Southie on its way to Day Boulevard. A ghost town--no one out/no one visible. I resist with all my strength drawing any stereotypical conclusions. You all should be glad that they are contained in my head.
Sayonara
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