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There are many things I like about living in our neighborhood. Transit is convenient, within a couple of blocks we have pubs, pizza joints, groceries, barbers, a tailor... they even make pork bao right across the street.
One of the less tangible things that I enjoy about Dorchester as a whole is the oddly old fashioned quality it sometimes possesses. Many shops seem virtually unchanged by the past 50 years; Blue Hill Ave appears primarily to exist in the early 1970s, down to tire shops with large signs advertising their COMPUTERIZED alignment; restaurants like De Hot Spot and the Eire Pub Gentleman's Prestige Bar loom out of the 40s at you - and sometimes, very very old traditions of etiquette are preserved.
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cat9 and I were walking to the T, a man in perhaps his late 30s called out across the street "Hey, the lady's s'posed to be on the inside, to show Respect!". We both smiled politely and kept walking, as it's really best not to ask the question of whether bellowing at strangers is more or less of a social breach than walking on the wrong side. I couldn't help but think, though, that this is a point of custom preserved solely in re-enactment organizations... and in Dorchester.
One of the less tangible things that I enjoy about Dorchester as a whole is the oddly old fashioned quality it sometimes possesses. Many shops seem virtually unchanged by the past 50 years; Blue Hill Ave appears primarily to exist in the early 1970s, down to tire shops with large signs advertising their COMPUTERIZED alignment; restaurants like De Hot Spot and the Eire Pub Gentleman's Prestige Bar loom out of the 40s at you - and sometimes, very very old traditions of etiquette are preserved.
The other day as
cat9 and I were walking to the T, a man in perhaps his late 30s called out across the street "Hey, the lady's s'posed to be on the inside, to show Respect!". We both smiled politely and kept walking, as it's really best not to ask the question of whether bellowing at strangers is more or less of a social breach than walking on the wrong side. I couldn't help but think, though, that this is a point of custom preserved solely in re-enactment organizations... and in Dorchester.
