Airport Station

Because Ma worked, The Brother and I spent a lot of vacations with Ma's sister. My grandma lived with my aunt in a brick three decker on Chelsea St. in East Boston. The house was close to  Logan Airport. So close that you could go up to the roof, stretch you hand up, and touch the landing gear of the planes  that were landing or taking off.

We would ride the subway with Dad into Boston. He would leave us off at Government Center on the Green Line. We would go downstairs and catch a Blue Line train. We were warned we were never to get off at Airport Station, which would have been close to Auntie's house. We had to get off one stop further away at Maverick Station and walk the mile or so down Chelsea St. We never broke this rule. I think there were hobos at Airport Station.