esme kaye

Hi - I'm Esme, and if you're reading this you already know that I live in the Boston area, and I'm not shy. I like puppies, unicorns, and rainbows, liked the Red Sox more before they started to win, never thought much of the Pats, loved the Celts in college, when they were winning, and continue to hold a deep down resentment of the Bruins - who ruined my childhood by being in it.

I grew up among Catholic families in a typical 1970's suburb of Boston. I was the one with no ashes on my forehead on Ash Wednesday. I could never understand why my friends, a bunch of retahds, didn't give up vegetables for lent. After school we'd roam the streets looking for something to do and we never found nothin. Thursday nights we went to the Bubblin Brook for pink lemonade soft serve ice cream and spent vacations with my grandparents in Maine.

I've raised three kids in a brand new suburb of Boston, the old cow town where my dad's friend used to live. We'd come out here to visit every year or so. The town's changed so much, and not for the better. New money's moved in, and right behind it come the posers. The ones who move in and pretend they know who we are and what this place is all about. Then they do what they want to do, regardless of how wrong it is. Now I feel like I'm living in Texas, but my kids can't afford to live here. They could afford to live in Texas, but that place will suck you dry right out your brain - never mind your wallet...

I'd still rather live here than anyplace else in the world, but I would love to see our old Boston values back. Remember when we had values? Remember how our folks didn't drive "the big car" except on Sundays to go to church, even if they only drove in the parking lot then right back out the other side. You didn't brag in Boston. You just didn't.