Thanks Boston!  Thank you for your history, your accent and your clam chowder.  Thank you also for reminding us thirsty and drought-tolerant Californians what torrential rain really looks like.  My 13 year old (who is still sleeping) has never walked around a city in 50 mile an hour winds and driving rain, but he will today.  He doesn’t know the many aromas associated with  a commuter train filled with strangers of all shapes and sizes, but he will today.  Finally, he doesn’t know the mileage associated with walking from Faneuil Hall to the end of Newbury Street, but he will today.  If he is still speaking to me by the end of the day, I am sure he, too, will be grateful for your glorious weather, as well, Dear Boston….

Wasn’t he supposed to be the one with jet lag?

ALERT: California this is what streets look like when there is rain!