CALL ME SNAKE

The YMCA I go to is the way I thought YMCA’s were supposed to be: urban, gritty, grimy. You get the picture. But yesterday’s Boston Globe had an article about the rise of valet parking and mentioned a suburban Y in Woburn, Mass. that has valet parking. You could not imagine valet parking at the establishment I go to and I’m glad. Valet parking and gyms don’t go together in my mind and should not so far as I’m concerned. Otherwise, maybe we could say: “After you park the car, would you mind working out for me?”