You could see hundreds of stars above Huron Village last night, including the Big Dipper, but only eight over Savin Hill. The meaning here is clear: Cambridge people pay not only for nicer cars, schools and houses, but also for a better aerial view, whereas Bostonians in Dorchester are stuck with smog and fewer parking spots on their narrower streets. Where is the justice? I bet the city of Cambridge had MIT grads engineer a giant, invisible fan that hangs motionless in the stratosphere, whooshing all the pollution down to Dorchester, over the set of Gone Baby Gone, much to the disappointment of Mister Affleck and his film crew, over all the Vietnamese restaurants and liquor stores, over the babies and the dogs and the gangs and the Irish immigrants, who are used to living a perpetually overcast existence anyway.
Whatever. I’m fine with seeing only eight stars. The sky glows a postmodern hazy orange, which is way more interesting than a plain old clear black sky in Cambridge. Sure.
We are 45% moved in.
