- Knitting needles don't get one searched at security checkpoints. Accidentally packing small scissors doesn't get one searched. Dusty (or salty) shoes, however, are very suspicious and will get you searched.
- Knitting on the Red Line gets a lot of friendly interest, especially when something breaks and everyone spends a bunch of time sitting around. (Now I'm a Subway Knitter too, even though I don't have photographic proof.)
- The concierge at the Charles Hotel (thanks, job interview!) knew where to find a yarn store. I bought a nice bit of Koigu from Woolcott and Co.. That's the kind of service I'm impressed by.
4. Bostonians in general, and Bostonian knitters in particular, are really friendly. I wandered into a cafe for a while after my yarn expedition. The only seat left in the only place was opposite a woman knitting a sock. She graciously allowed me to share the table with her, and I spent a lively hour chatting with her and the motorcyclists at the next table. (One of these bikers really loves hand-knits (indoctrinated by his mother), and claims that alpaca is essentially free in Turkey. I think I might need to take a vacation sometime. I could buy enough alpaca to recover my airfare, right?)
Thank you, Boston/Cambridge and your inhabitants, for reminding me that you're a great enough city to make me want to take a job here, even with all the snow. Perhaps more snow just means more knitting friends and more opportunities to wear woolens. Still, I think that if I move back there, I'll need one of these.