Economy

Back during the OPEC oil embargo in the 70s, I lived near the Boston Robber Baron, a station on the edge of Beacon Hill, near the rotary where Charles Street intersected with Cambridge street. Gas lines for gas that was nearly double the price of other stations snaked down both Charles St. and Cambridge St. Other stations had gas, but the fiction at the time was that the Robber Baron always had gas since the high price probably reflected Mafia bribes to get it. It didn't, but that's how yuppies were thinking.

I just took mass transit.