Bold thinking required at I-90 Allston interchange

Once again, we must move on from what’s easy

SOMETIME IN THE mid-1950s, my mother packed the three of us into our black ’52 Plymouth and drove us onto the then-brand-new Southeast Expressway. She probably took us up the ramp at Neponset Circle, got off in South Boston, and drove us to L Street beach. I remember her telling us that this was the(...)

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