One of the few genuinely good things to come out of the COVID-19 pandemic, at least for me personally, was running. I should clarify: I do not mean that I discovered a love of running; that would be far too strong and, frankly, suspicious. I remain...

The 9:48 a.m. train was already at Reading Station. Six of us in two cars had risen early for our special day in Boston. Our spots in the commuter lot were furthest from the train. We wheeled Bedros, paraphernalia and all, up the ramp aside the...