Bright boys live in Dorchester. You can read by the light of their dreams.
Your street address won't predict your destiny, but your zip code will. If you reside in Dorchester, good things wait while you catch up to what your future holds.
Sharp sisters live in Dorchester. There is the teenager just becoming giddily aware of the power that resides in her body and brain. There is the middle-aged matron whose experience has made her patient and smart as well as strong and sturdily, solidly, stolidly, unmistakably beautiful. There is the wrinkled seer who has seen everything that has come before and still welcomes tomorrow, knowing that tomorrow, while similar, will be better than every day that came before. Life pulses in Dorchester, Mass.
It takes a keen intellect familiar with the surroundings to cut through bull feathers and poppycock. The people of Dorchester know how to do that. They aren't fooled by politicians' promises. They aren't fooled by bait or switch. The people of Dorchester know their neighborhood like Einstein knew physics. It's instinctive. Like Schrodinger's cat, Dorchesterites purr in front of their hearths, contented to say the least.