Allston: Not Everyone’s Bag
I love Allston, I realize it’s not everyone’s dream land. People bitch about the hooliganism of the omnipresent students, the general griminess, the crime rate, whatever. However, I like being able to stand in line at the post office for an hour (with two people ahead of me) and hear people attempt to communicate in 12 different languages! I think that’s cool! Which brings me to the events of the other day:
I was outside getting some air, when, from down the block I hear a male voice yell
OI! OI! OI!
Are there punks in the neighborhood? That might be cool. Punks are a dying breed, but I’ve actually been seeing groups of old school ’77-looking punks around, purple mohawks and everything.
…but maybe he was yelling
OY! OY! OY!
Are there old Jewish guys in the neighborhood? That might be cool– everyone seems to be either a student or a Chinese family. There are a couple of token townies around here, but some diversity might be nice.
Then I heard the dude again. This time he yelled
¡NO MAÑANA! ¡HOY!
Great, so it was just some white kid bossing around the Hispanic dude doing his yard work. Much less diverse than it should be.
On another note, Allston has its very own serial arsonist! He (or she) started last year and is mainly limited to torching cars, though last weekend (s)he set a bunch of construction waste in our neighbor’s backyard on fire. It’s ALL in ALLSTON!
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