Entries in The Scrum by Peter Kadzis
It's 8:45 a.m. I'm sipping an espresso outside Canto 6 on Washington Street in Jamaica Plain. You know the place, just across the street from the police station.
I'm talking to two black guys I see there once or twice a week. After we trade a bit of Red Sox banter (it's not unlike church, "The Lord be with you." "And also with you."), we move on to the Boston mayoral race.
As usual, I'm a bit tentative about asking them who they are or might be voting for.
Some people can be touchy about this.