On a sunny day in Boston, a chance meeting with a stranger led to well-wishes and a fist bump. It was a moment that inspired hope that we, as Americans, could find a way to peacefully get along. Chris McLaughlin
They got on the Red Line at JFK-UMass on the kind of postcard-perfect Sunday afternoon in early September that you always hope that Boston is going to have.
The sun was lemonade yellow overhead. The sky was a piercing blue. And there was just enough of a snap in the air to remind us that, while fall isn’t on our doorsteps quite yet, it’s parking the car and eyeing the distance up the front walk.
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John L. Micek
John Micek is MassLive’s politics editor.
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