Your meteor story is just wicked nuts
Look—I’m sittin’ here, drinkin’ my coffee, tryin’ to get my head straight wicked early, right? And then I see this thing about a meteor, heavy as an elephant, just shakin’ up all of New England. People out in Methuen, down in Providence, thinkin’ it’s an earthquake, or maybe a tree fell on their triple-decker. But nah, it’s a goddamn meteor. I’m just sayin’, you hear a boom like that, your first thought ain't usually somethin' from outer space, is it?
### What This Means For Us
Here's the thing: we're used to a certain kind of chaos 'round here. You got the Green Line screechin' through Kenmore, the Pike lookin' like a parking lot at five o'clock, the occasional drunk tourist tryin' to drive down a pedestrian-only street in the North End. But a *meteor*? That's a new one.
* **Earthquake panic:** Lotta folks thought it was a tremor. We don't get many of those, so it's a real jump scare when it happens. * **Tree fall confusion:** Everyone's got a story about a massive oak comin' down in a storm. Easy to think that was it. * **Just plain weird:** It's just a wicked weird thing to happen on a Tuesday mornin'.
It just kinda reminds you that for all the everyday stuff we deal with, from the Braintree split to whether Mike's or Modern's is better (it's Modern, fight me), there's still wild stuff out there. You think you know Boston, you think you know New England, and then somethin' from the damn cosmos comes crashin' in. Makes you wonder what's next, eh?
Wicked early, wicked real — that's how we do it from Dot to the Harbor.
Fitz and the crew talk about wild stuff like this every mornin’ on the show – catch it live at mornings.live.