Your five-year-old sigh is swept up with the wind. With your pudgy foot-long arm holding a rake twice the size of you, you stare in agony out at the giant backyard that stretches out before you. Last week it was green. Now, it’s the time when the corn stalks are four times your size and the grass you rolled over all summer is buried under thousands of dead leaves.
A daunting task lies ahead.
Twenty years later and we’ve all begrudgingly left the summer behind. Sometimes the fall seems disheartening. Back to gray, dreary mornings and the daily routine. Moving and sorting your shit out and paying bills. Some of you are getting back into the swing of the school year with midterms looming like exes in the back of your mind, others are wondering how many consecutive years you’ll be able to work as hard as you do and still never make enough money.
“Well, there’s always the end of the world as we know it to look forward to,” you think.
… and, OH YEAH, one of the DOPEST falls I’ve lived through in Boston.
After three hours of raking, remember what it was like to dive head first into the leaf pile? You instantly forgot how hard you worked and just play.
So here are 50 things happening this fall in Boston that are so sick they’ll give you hiccups of anticipation. You’ve earned them.
My Dad always told me, “Work hard; play hard.”
I say, “Work hard; play harder.”