On Hyde Park Avenue in Forest Hills.
Holy s**t. This is the most awesomely f**ked up gas station ever.
They only take cash, and you have to push it under a bulletproof-glass window counter. There are about a million pumps, and I haven't seen cheaper gas in greater Boston anywhere. There are weird slogans painted on the carport area like "GAS IS GAS." They also might be a check-cashing place and/or a place where you can play Keno and/or other lottery games, but I can't decide how updated those signs are. Hatoff's has a constant influx of people listening to loud Caribbean music, and everyone seems like they're totally cool with being at the gas station. I f-ing was! I have never been happier supporting the oil industry in my horrid car than I was at Hatoff's. Hat's off to YOU, Stan Hatoff!
Wellsmere Monumental Works on Washington Street is having an appropriate sale this week. So's Davis Monuments next door.
Meanwhile, Rhea, who lives in the neighborhood, checks into cremation costs at Forest Hills and finds they're pretty thrifty.
Yeah, today was a beautiful day, but was there any excuse for this? Kat somehow manages to capture the shot across from the Forest Hills T stop:
... Is it that hard to pull up your pants?
Mass Marrier describes the general suckitude that is the new CharlieTicket system (slower than tokens!); in particular, the interlude between tokens and CharlieTickets at Forest Hills this morning, when only a large box sat where two turnstiles used to be:
Forest Hills' newest pizza place, on Walk Hill Street off Hyde Park Avenue.
Piece of Pizza.
Part of a mural on Hyde Park Avenue, across from the Forest Hills T stop.
Perspicax reports that after he got on the train yesterday afternoon, it took 70 minutes to get from Forest Hills to Back Bay.
I wonder how long it would have taken to just walk?
... My mother's mother raised my brother and sister and I, while my parents were working 12 hour days. I can hardly believe that she's been gone for 7 years now. While we were at her grave, this dragonfly kept landing right next to where we were setting up. The dragonfly kept touching down on a flower that had lost all of its petals, like its wings were a peculiar bloom. ...