When I immigrated to Boston, I didn’t know how to drive. Someone gifted me “The Boston Driver’s Handbook” and I studied it. I learned to buy cheap cars, speed up on yellow lights, and other useful habits. Years later, I realized it wasn’t a manual. It was a humor book.
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There are countless true stories about Boston. This project tells one at a time, in exactly 50 words.