Boston is for knitters

I've just come home from a job interview in Boston (well, Cambridge). From the point of view of a knitter, things to know:

1. 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.
   
2. 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.)
   
3. 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.