I arrived back from Boston yesterday after a weekend of speaking with many smart and promising scholars and, to a much smaller extent, checking out Boston. Having never been there before, I was pleasantly surprised by what I experienced. I was also very surprised at the relatively laid-back service that I received at the various restaurants I visited. One would expect in a truly random (although admittedly small) sample, to not observe more than a couple of outliers, so I imagine that, at least in bars and restaurants, service is a bit more relaxed in Boston than in many other large American cities.
I ran into King and one of his colleagues at the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport and we took the same flight to Boston (along with many other economists). I'm sorry to say, King, that I did not get the chance to order (awdah?) a "black cawfee and a honey dip" from Dunkin' Donuts nor did I "awdah" a tonic. In fact, I didn't even get to a Dunkin' Donuts. I figure that gives me a reason, at the margin, to return.
So I arrived back safely, although I came close to having a Depends moment when one of the flaps on the right wing of the plane began shaking in a relatively violent manner as we were coming in to land. I hope, in the next couple of days, to tell my little tale of the funny thing that happened to me at Harvard Square.