Being, perhaps, not the most patriotic citizens of Red Sox Nation (I grew up, after all, in the shadow of Shea Stadium), Rachel and I were out running on the Esplanade when the World Series kicked off tonight. At least, I assumed that explained why five F-15s flew directly overhead towards Fenway tonight.
Halted by the noise, I looked up to see their five metallic white flames against the night sky. In the dark and alone in an abandoned park, we covered our ears and witnessed the sheer awe and terror of our nation’s warplanes.
