finally, in the tranquil days when pennants for the Red Sox were only
pie-in-the-sky-by-and-by, it was possible for ordinary mortals like the writer
to take advantage of a free afternoon or evening to go to the ball game. Now,
obtaining a ticket for Fenway Park demands as much foresight and ingenuity as
the Normandy landings of 1944; and the weaker and less experienced, such as
Boston's British minority, tend to go to the wall—or, at best, to the
bleachers. Would Mr. Higgins consider the merits of a return to the second
division? On reflection, perish the thought!
correspondent must request that his identity be not revealed outside New
England. His addiction to local vices, if known in certain quarters, might lead
to his premature recall from Boston. This would be a calamity inasmuch as a) he
likes Boston, and b) he could not bear to miss the World Series games at Fenway
Park at the end of this summer.
British Consulate General