I have a Frank Avruch story.Back whenever [70s?] there was a celebration on the common, Public Garden etc.called "First night" [first ever celebration].
All sorts of festivities were planned, but it turned out it was -5 or lower temperature. There was a big hot air balloon, which turned into a ground hugging flapper due to the temp.
We hung out, a lot with some other crazy guys and girls and hit the local packies for bottles of hard stuff [Seagram, jack daniels etc.].
All music, weather balloons etc were cancelled, but eventually, organizers occupied the stage to kick off the first Boston "First night" as best they could.
Filled with anti freeze, we were laughing at the whole effort until the spokesperson introduced, resplendent in tuxedo, Frank Avruch.
Beyond toasted,the blitzed crowd looked around and, recollecting a common childhood, started pitifully, alcoholically, to shout " Bozo, Bozo, Bozo. Poor Frank Avruch could hardly get a word out, but at least he knew, he had made an impact on a generation of Bostonians.