Hmmmm. You certainly have balls to criticize Fenway!
But seriously. A well-reasoned argument. I need to share it with other Sox fans...incoming...
Camden Yards is on my bucket list.
Also: the story of your mom's last visit is, sadly, a common one. So sorry for her, and the son who tried to show her a good time. This bullshit goes hand-in-glove with the franchise's rapacious profit motives, which is tied to...oh, never mind, you know.
My best Fenway visit was Opening Day, but I can't remember which year, just that the weather was blessedly good, sunny and cool. Got there early. Walked up a ramp with a glimpse of the park that enlarged with every step, of course, until I burst forth and, gasping, took in the full panorama. O, my heart. My worst visit? Every other one, and there were dozens.*
* we were not rich, nor did we have season tickets; ex-husband worked for beer distributor and always got tickets, which he sometimes used for family and friends...
It’s a balance between nostalgia and comfort. Our family is quietly renovating our beach shack. When we bought it in 1977, it had no interior sheathing. Or insulation. You were inside looking at the back of the exterior sheathing. It got insulated and walls were sheathed withe the knotty pine as was the stead back then. Outdoor shower with black sunheated hot water tank. No AC or heat. Over the years the comfort became more important than the classic look inside and out. But we managed to balance the look of the place by trying to maintain the intangible charm. It’s worked so far. But now we got water, AC, heat, and even a Nest thermostat to preheat or precool before leaving the house. It gives us 3-4 months in the shoulder season to enjoy it without all the “summer people”.
Hmmmm. You certainly have balls to criticize Fenway!
But seriously. A well-reasoned argument. I need to share it with other Sox fans...incoming...
Camden Yards is on my bucket list.
Also: the story of your mom's last visit is, sadly, a common one. So sorry for her, and the son who tried to show her a good time. This bullshit goes hand-in-glove with the franchise's rapacious profit motives, which is tied to...oh, never mind, you know.
My best Fenway visit was Opening Day, but I can't remember which year, just that the weather was blessedly good, sunny and cool. Got there early. Walked up a ramp with a glimpse of the park that enlarged with every step, of course, until I burst forth and, gasping, took in the full panorama. O, my heart. My worst visit? Every other one, and there were dozens.*
* we were not rich, nor did we have season tickets; ex-husband worked for beer distributor and always got tickets, which he sometimes used for family and friends...
Well, only Nixon could go to China…
It’s a balance between nostalgia and comfort. Our family is quietly renovating our beach shack. When we bought it in 1977, it had no interior sheathing. Or insulation. You were inside looking at the back of the exterior sheathing. It got insulated and walls were sheathed withe the knotty pine as was the stead back then. Outdoor shower with black sunheated hot water tank. No AC or heat. Over the years the comfort became more important than the classic look inside and out. But we managed to balance the look of the place by trying to maintain the intangible charm. It’s worked so far. But now we got water, AC, heat, and even a Nest thermostat to preheat or precool before leaving the house. It gives us 3-4 months in the shoulder season to enjoy it without all the “summer people”.