In 1988, lying in bed in our first home, a tiny Allston condo 15 feet from a traffic light midway down Corey Hill, we typically heard car radios and trucks braking. At midnight most Saturdays, a women across the intersection sang jazz standards, lulling us to sleep. Who was she?
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There are countless true stories about Boston. This project tells one at a time, in exactly 50 words. The series is edited by Alex Kingsbury.