A Day in South Boston

JOHN McKERNAN

I am the only writer I know who lives in South Boston. But what shall I write about it? I live right by the ocean and this morning my car is parked on the Boulevard twenty yards from the beach. To my left two miles down is Castle Point: an actual castle, a monument to the great ship builder David McKay, a lovely park, and some of the best fishing around. People come here from miles away. Across the bay and to my right is Columbia Point, your basic slum, a monument to the designers of Pruitt-Igoe, a near-jungle, one of Boston’s great headaches and heartaches. No one goes there who doesn’t absolutely have to.

JM

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JOHN McKERNAN

I am the only writer I know who lives in South Boston. But what shall I write about it? I live right by the ocean and this morning my car is parked on the Boulevard twenty yards from the beach. To my left two miles down is Castle Point: an actual castle, a monument to the great ship builder David McKay, a lovely park, and some of the best fishing around. People come here from miles away. Across the bay and to my right is Columbia Point, your basic slum, a monument to the designers of Pruitt-Igoe, a near-jungle, one of Boston’s great headaches and heartaches. No one goes there who doesn’t absolutely have to.