The narrow, cobbled streets of Boston were clogged with traffic. Last week, as every week, it jammed ceaselessly at downtown intersections, honking, lurching and stinking up the fine autumn mornings. Boston's first citizen, small, erect, beak-nosed Charles Francis Adams III, regarded the monster warily. He had never learned to drive a car, and at 80 had no intention of learning. Neither was he enamored of taxicabs, nor of the modern habit of leaping into one every time it rained. He liked to begin his day (after rising promptly at 6:45 in his...
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