By Phil Genco
Getting lost in Boston was one memorable night for Dave Jarka.
Dave, a 24 year old Lancaster native, was covering the UB football team on their trip to Boston College during the fall of 2006. After dinner in the Marriot Hotel where he was staying, Dave and a few colleagues stopped at a bar in downtown Boston, kiddy corner to the Boston Garden. His photographer planned to stay out longer with a few old friends, and that’s when Dave decided it was time to head home.
Of course, this was Dave’s first time in Boston, but he confidently hopped on the subway. Dave unfortunately stepped off at the wrong stop, but figured he could simply walk the rest of the way. Not the case.
At 10 o’clock in the evening, the streets were dark and empty. Every business was closed until Dave came across a CVS where he met Kevin the cashier. “I’m completely lost!” Dave explained to the cashier, who just moved to the area a week before. Luckily there was an Atlas in the convenient store that Dave used to figure out that he was almost five miles away from his hotel.
After about 15 minutes of waiting, the cab finally showed up. The driver was in his 40’s, tan and had a grey mullet. Dave explained to the cabbie his situation and where he was from, and the driver asked, “Do you know where Ball Town is?” Dave didn’t know at the time, but Ball Town is right near Buffalo which makes for one weird coincidence. Upon arrival back to the Marriot, the mysterious driver explained, “Ball Town is where my original Indian homestead is.” Dave, a little shook up from the situation, was just relieved to be home, “I just went to sleep, I was just glad to be back.”