Eatin' Healthy & The Adams

(see my blog entry on Abigail Adams here)

Waddup Quincy and Weymouth: home of the Adams!

Eatin' Healthy-That's the name of the little cafe I'm sitting right now. It's in Quincy Cennah (Quincy Center for those without thick Quicy-style Boston accents). I'm listening to a woman chattering rather loudly into her cell phone. She is speaking Haitian Creole. This makes me sad that I forgot my headphones to listen to my iTunes and also that my mp3 player has not yet arrived in the mail.

(Side note: I need to learn Haitian because I want to know if the kids at school are talking about me behind my back or other inappropriate things after school. I know French en peu so I get about 5.25% of what they say...)

This place is pretty good. Free wifi (hence the blog), close to work, a little more expensive than a regular casual dining place but that's what happens when there's vegetarian, healthy food available. What's funny is that if this same place were in Maine (well, there are a thousand places like this in Maine), the guy behind the counter wouldn't be a tuff Quincy kid with a wicked thick accent and backwards Red Sox cap, but some dread-locked, nose pierced ditzy dude.

What is similar is that it's close to a park. Only this National Park is in a business building in the middle of the city and serves people who love David McCullough books. (PS This link is to the Thomas Crane Library, which is down the street from the park.)

This is what I see right now:

And now it's pulled away. It's the trolley to take you to the Adams birthplaces, which is right down the street from the first house I lived in, soon to be a museum, I'm sure. As soon as one of you readers writes my Wikipedia entry, as requested on several occasions now.

Anyway, then the trolley takes you to the Adams Mansion.

Guess the name of the street where the Adams' mansion is located. Guess!

That's right: Adams Street.

You are a genius. You should be a city planner.

Anyway, the trolley doesn't take you to Weymouth, but that's where Abigail Adam's birthplace is. I should know. It's drilled into our brain every year of school while going through the Weymouth Public School system. I've been on a field trip to the Abigail Adams birthplace. In 8th grade I sang a sonata about Abigail Adams. If I were in middle school right now, I would have gone to Abigail Adams Middle School. As a camp counselor, I subjected further Weymouth youth to the Cult of Abigail by making them be quiet when the fake Abigail came to our rec program perform a biographical play about her. Abigail Abigail Abigail.

Still, she is by far the best woman in American history to be both first lady and first mother. The other one, I hear, is a real bi-atch.

Off to finally complete my assignment for good ol' grad school.