I rode the bus today, and the bus driver did not slam on the breaks for a yellow or two, and had a delightful conversation with a rider or two enroute bemoaning the ocean temps around here and comparing them to the west coast. Cold as it is here, we still win. But it was a light midday load, not yer commuter mob. And to be fair, it was Cambridge and Belmont, not Boston Proper. Gonna be at da game! T-ing in. (Local talk for taking the subway) Mildly concerned about prospect of coordinating with friends getting off work on the late side, but that makes it exciting.