Two hundred years ago there lived in Boston a little boy whose name was Benjamin Franklin.
Mr. Endicott told me about the great ships that came sailing by from Boston, bound for Europe.
Could that Boston newspaper woman possibly be correct?
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.
Martha is a trauma nurse in a large Boston hospital.
I found Boston is an expensive place to live.
Boston was a tad rowdy back then and we were kind of young and frisky ourselves.
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 encouraged him to enroll at nearby Boston University in hopes he'd find an interest.
It came from Boston, a few hundred miles away; sort of like the tip you just made.
The LeBlanc's had picked up Howie at his Boston apartment so the car was packed tightly.
She flew directly to Boston on Friday and I met her at Logan Airport at six.
I'll miss my class in Boston but maybe I won't get lost someplace smaller.
"It was bound to happen," I said as I passed the Boston paper to the others as they joined us.
Three calls were telephoned from Boston, New York and Connecticut while two were made on untraceable phones.
"Our Boston newspaper friend Ethel Reagan writes she's anxious to talk to the guy," she continued.
The next day, Ethel Reagan reported in her Boston paper on a personal interview with Youngblood.
Julie from Boston reentered the picture bright one Monday morning when she accompanied Howie into the office.
Boston is great but it's incredibly busy all the time.
The article was penned by our old Boston nemesis, Ethel Reagan.
Warning that Boston woman sounds prudent, though I'm not sure she has a clue to finding the so-called Psychic tipster.
Other than catching sight of Howie, together with Julie and Molly entering church on Sunday morning, we saw nothing more of our associate's Boston visitors.
It was midafternoon before we got Howie on the road, first to Boston and then a flight west.
I looked forward to weekends when he'd come back down to Boston and we'd get together.
Can you go down to Boston and get her on a plane out here?
She'll drive Howie's car back to Boston and leave the car at the airport and fly out this evening.
I owed a follow up call to both Ethel Reagan at the Boston newspaper and Agnes Delanco, at After.
I questioned the newspaper woman in Boston, by telephone, in hopes of enticing her to meet with me under the guise of my writing a magazine article.
Then he wrote her sister Rachael in Boston affirming her lies.
What do you suppose caused her to leave a cultured and safe life in Boston and come west?
"You could wait until they return to Boston and then mail it to them," Dean suggested.
Did the Boston sisters get all the poop on Annie before you got there?
Cynthia had received a phone call from the Boston sisters telling her their flight was delayed and they weren't now expected until late afternoon.
Where are your gullible buyers?
"That ought to please your Boston ladies, seeing a picture of their great-aunt and uncle," Cynthia remarked as she examined the picture.
I just said I wasn't sharing anything with that Boston shrew, I didn't say I was quitting the caper.
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.