My First PAX

Getting There My trip to PAX involved a twenty minute ride traversing about half of the MBTA’s Red Line.  It was unusually busy for 9 am on a Saturday morning, packed with an eclectic mix of nerds and those people in Boston Marathon jackets who infest the city this time every year.  I couldn’t help smiling at the confused older couple sandwiched between a crew of PAX nerds in Pokemon shirts and a kid painted gray who’d strapped giant horns to his head.  There was a fun buzz on the T you don’t feel during the dour weekday commute; it was a sense of anticipation and barely-concealed excitement, of a crowd anxiously looking forward to reaching its destination.  It was infectious, and it raised my spirits in spite of my usual hatred of being up before ten o’clock in the morning. Getting In My biggest complaint of the day?  The Continue Reading