by Sr Nunother
Two other sisters and I were given Red Sox tickets for Christmas. Our game is coming up and I’m researching transportation. I’d like to take the bus to Boston, the T to Fenway, and avoid parking space stress — chances are, I’ll be out voted. I already know it’ll be a great day as this is a yearly event, thanks to a wonderful friend. The two sisters and I get along well, which is probably a miracle. One is Italian Catholic, one episcopalian and I’m scottish Presbyterian. We range in personality from very outgoing and gregarious, to mildly adventurous, to me — introverted and careful. They’ll want to roam the ball park, move closer to the field, and perhaps hang over the rail to beg an autograph. I can’t wait to find my seat. One makes friends instantly, while I forge relationships over a number of years. (When I return from buying a Fenway frank, our whole row will know each other.) Did I mention our trio includes a Yankees fan? This fall I’ll put on my Red Sox slippers, she’ll grab her Yankee throw pillow and we’ll watch the playoffs. Somehow, like our life together, it all works.