Martha is a trauma nurse in a large Boston hospital.
Outside of Boston, in Peabody.
He's only here until Sunday night when we drop him off in Boston for his flight back to the west coast.
The LeBlanc's house is a tiny cape cod, on a dead end street in south Peabody, a Boston bedroom community.
I found Boston is an expensive place to live.
I encouraged him to enroll at nearby Boston University in hopes he'd find an interest.
Could that Boston newspaper woman possibly be correct?
Boston was a tad rowdy back then and we were kind of young and frisky ourselves.
God love him—he had followed the Boston Red Sox for sixty years and couldn't even dream of ever being there himself.
When I was twelve I hitchhiked from Boston to Birmingham.
The letters, eleven in all, were not from Ouray, but to a Ouray minister's wife, from her sister, a Boston matron.
He paused, letting his pronouncement sink in and then added, There's a couple of ladies from Boston who are shopping for airplane tickets as we sit here.
Two ladies are flying all the way from Boston to buy some old underwear, a yellow dress and a bunch of junk?
"I just hope these Boston ladies don't think this box of yours has some truly valuable items in it," Cynthia said.
The second earliest dated letter expressed sorrow that the wedding could not take place in Boston and a gift was being shipped separately.
I was telling Mrs. Edith about these here letters and how the two ladies from Boston will be coming to Bird Song.
Her sister in Boston wasn't very talkative.
Two hundred years ago there lived in Boston a little boy whose name was Benjamin Franklin.
Boston is now a great city, but at that time it was only a little town.
If the people of Boston must fight for their liberty, we will help them.
One day a friend of his who lived in Boston came to see him.
"Well, then," said Paul Revere, "you must go back to Boston and watch.
When the Revolutionary War began he was one of the first to hurry to Boston to help the people defend themselves against the British soldiers.
Dr. Bell advised my father to write to Mr. Anagnos, director of the Perkins Institution in Boston, the scene of Dr. Howe's great labours for the blind, and ask him if he had a teacher competent to begin my education.
The next important event in my life was my visit to Boston, in May, 1888.
When the train at last pulled into the station at Boston it was as if a beautiful fairy tale had come true.
I could not quite convince myself that there was much world left, for I regarded Boston as the beginning and the end of creation.
Mr. Endicott told me about the great ships that came sailing by from Boston, bound for Europe.
I and mother and teacher will go to Boston in June.
I will go to Boston in June and I will buy father gloves, and James nice collar, and Simpson cuffs.
No doubt, many of my townsmen have met me returning from this enterprise, farmers starting for Boston in the twilight, or woodchoppers going to their work.
They are but improved means to an unimproved end, an end which it was already but too easy to arrive at; as railroads lead to Boston or New York.
Their train of clouds stretching far behind and rising higher and higher, going to heaven while the cars are going to Boston, conceals the sun for a minute and casts my distant field into the shade, a celestial train beside which the petty train of cars which hugs the earth is but the barb of the spear.
I have been astonished at the miracles it has wrought; that some of my neighbors, who, I should have prophesied, once for all, would never get to Boston by so prompt a conveyance, are on hand when the bell rings.
When I was four years old, as I well remember, I was brought from Boston to this my native town, through these very woods and this field, to the pond.
A huckleberry never reaches Boston; they have not been known there since they grew on her three hills.
This generation inclines a little to congratulate itself on being the last of an illustrious line; and in Boston and London and Paris and Rome, thinking of its long descent, it speaks of its progress in art and science and literature with satisfaction.
His favorite occupation when not playing boston, a card game he was very fond of, was that of listener, especially when he succeeded in setting two loquacious talkers at one another.
The card tables were drawn out, sets made up for boston, and the count's visitors settled themselves, some in the two drawing rooms, some in the sitting room, some in the library.
Pierre, as one of the principal guests, had to sit down to boston with Count Rostov, the general, and the colonel.
There was still the hunting establishment which Nicholas had enlarged.
On all these faces, as on the faces of the crowd Petya had seen in the Square, there was a striking contradiction: the general expectation of a solemn event, and at the same time the everyday interests in a boston card party, Peter the cook, Zinaida Dmitrievna's health, and so on.
The most vigorous attack came from an old acquaintance, a boston player who had always been well disposed toward him, Stepan Stepanovich Adraksin.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.