I’m old enough to remember when the area around Fenway Park was pretty barren. There were a few nightclubs on Lansdowne. A McDonald’s and BK on Boylston. Lots of warehouse and office space.
Now it’s all changed. High rise condos. A bazillion restaurants. A concert hall tacked on the ass-end of the Park. A freakin’ Target.
Hey, it’s all good. I’m all about progress and making that area more fun to be around when the Sox are in winter slumber mode.
But I’m glad to see that this souvenir sign is still there, greeting me every time I hit Lansdowne.
This was the first store my dad took me into the first time he took me to Fenway Park. I don’t even remember what he bought me. I just know that the second I saw all those caps, posters, pennants, t-shirts and autographed baseballs, I felt my soul leave my body. And this was *before* I’d even set foot inside Fenway.
The world changes, sometimes overnight, and that’s usually good. But I’m glad to see that for all the change around Fenway, this sign still stands. I hope they keep it around forever.
