I spent most of my childhood in the city. I lived on Brighton Avenue as a baby, and later lived in Brookline, just over the Boston border. My high school had its own trolley stop.
As a little kid, though, I lived in the suburbs. Wayland, in a working class section called Cochituate. Our front door faced route 30, and you could hear the Mass Pike if the w…
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