The 10-year anniversary of my favorite day ever spent in Boston comes around next week.
Maybe you feel the same about Saturday, June 18, 2011, the day the Bruins rolled through the city on duck boats, rollicking and rejoicing in their first Stanley Cup championship in 39 years.
I bet you do. I bet you feel the same, and the memories remain vivid. The weather that day was a few rays of sunshine beyond perfect, so idyllic that no Instagram filter could make it look lovelier than it already was.