• Anthony Manuel Ramos

Boston, Oysters, and Wicked Smaaht

A reunion of sorts brought me back to Beantown


Out of the blue, an email arrived in my account with an invite to an "End of an Era" party from a former boss. The PR agency I worked at in Boston was sold and the woman that owned it for 40 years was throwing a party and invited friends, colleagues, and clients to mark the occasion.


I was thrilled to visit Boston and see dear friends. Boston was my home for a very long time. From attending college to growing my budding career in marketing and public relations, I loved my time in Boston and I will always have a strong tie to New England.


The party was fun and it was amazing to see some people I haven't seen in 14 years. I took advantage of the five days I was there to eat as much seafood as possible!


Living in Michigan has forced to re-think seafood. I soon realized how spoiled I was to live in New England for almost two decades with access to the best seafood ever.

Dozens of oysters, bowls of creamy chowder, roasted cod, spicy tuna rolls, hamachi, you name it. I was in heaven! A drive through some of the quaint south shore towns with the ocean and docks sliding into view, I reflected on how special New England truly is and how lucky I was to live there in my 20s and 30s.


While waiting for my departing flight at Logan International, I passed by a store near my gate and saw a sweatshirt with "Wicked Smaaht" written on it. I chuckled to myself and realized how much I miss that Boston accent and promised myself I would return for a visit 'wicked' soon.







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