First, of course, there's the beauty and quiet. For brief stretches, all seems sinless, albeit with intimations of a monochromatic death. Of course, you might also hear cursing as people fight over a parking lot's sole remaining space amidst six-foot-high piles of dirty snow.
In November 1970, the old Boston Herald Traveler sent me to Pittsfield, Massachusetts to get the election returns from Berkshire County. It wasn't a presidential-election year but there was plenty of excitement about close New England races.
The Red Sox may be in first place, but the dinosaur which is the Boston Globe is dead. The ad business, which thrived for two centuries, is over, and our little metropolis has to figure out a new model.