Hate the T love the view

Thanks to the perennial incompetence of the MBTA and a Red Line subway ride that took forty-five minutes to traverse two and a half miles, I missed the early train back home. The only consolation was that as a result I had an extra minute or two to admire the unimpeded view of downtown Boston now afforded by what was once the Central Artery, that elevated eyesore that split the city and half and was our other Green Monster (the bad one). The Big Dig may have been a massive boondoggle, but in forcing the interstate underground it did give the city of Boston back to itself, and that's an unqualified good thing in my book.