Boston, you're his town

Bert doesn't think he could ever live far from Boston:

... My love for Boston began like my love for Italy -- an effort to connect to my parents and grandparents -- to learn about my history. When my parents would bring us to boston when we were kids, I could tell they were excited about going into town. Well, so was I -- it was huge city. You get to ride the train, stay up late, get roasted peanuts, etc. But back then I didn't quite understand the family history.

Boston for my Dad and family was opportunity. Dad worked in the North End in a Salumeria with my grandfather, as well as Scollay Square, which no longer exists. It used to be full of triple deckers, with old Jewish bookstores on the first floor. ...