The Third Revelation

Last year on St. Patrick’s day I was in Boston on the subway. I was going from my Aunts in Haverhill to my Uncles in Cohasset. Everybody on that bus was drunk, it being around 6 PM and Boston.

My mother, my sister and I stepped onto the bus and a slightly inebriated gentleman stands up for my mother (my sister had moved down the train a bit for a seat). In my left hand was my Lyle acoustic guitar in an old black case and on my back was a good 15 pound backpack I was carrying a suitcase in my right hand, although I had set that down. 

I eventually maneuvered my way to an empty seat, and the drunk man who stood up for my mother was about five feet down the train. After he stood up, my mother thanked him to which he replied “Yeah. I’m wicked nice” in the thickest possible New England accent ala the photo above.

As I sat down he asked me what I played, seeing the guitar case (it is very obviously a guitar case) in my hand. Before I could answer, from about 50 feet down the train I hear someone yell

“It’s a saxophone!”

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