
After years of construction, destruction, reconstruction, and tragedy; our city has another public works project named after someone in the Kennedy clan. The Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy Greenway, which formally opened on Saturday, stretches from Boston's boot to bonnet.
Though we were there at the opening, we had no interest in stopping at information booths on such a sunny autumn day. The city offered free duck boat rides along the new emerald bauble in Boston's bosom, and there were day-long bicycle rentals (for $35). There were stages with entertainment and free fun—but you had to wait in line to do any of the free things. We opted out.
As Bostonist ambled along with a smile on our face, $18 billion (and counting) didn't seem like such a high price to heal the scar that ripped Boston apart 50 years ago. It's hard to believe that the walk from South Station to North End could have been more beautiful in the Forties.
Except for the orgy of off-ramps and on-ramps near Quincy Market, urban parkland dominated the middle of the road. The oh-so-friendly Haymarket produce mongers offered cheap strawberries—and more—and a detour to the last few parcels of Greenway.

