Boston Brahmin

I don't have a Boston accent.  There's no good reason that I should.  I don't even have a New England accent.  Like most suburban kids of my generation, my speech is more characterized by a lack of regional accents than anything else.  Any distinction in my pronunciations can be attributed more to having English as a second language than where my high school was.  That's not to say, of course, that New England hasn't left a stamp on me.  I pronounce 'aunt' as it is spelled.  I say pee-b'dee instead of pea-bo-dy, and I know what you mean by a bubbler.  

Today, I realized that years of riding the MBTA (i.e. years of not having a car, i.e. years of being poor) have left deep marks.  Asking for a Charlie Card from a station agent, I realized that "Cha-lie card" sounds much more natural in my head than "Char-lie card."  Similarly, it's "Hay-ma-ket," not "Hay-mar-ket."  Who knows what else the MBTA has snuck into the recesses of my mind.  But once I find out, I'm sure I'll let you know.  If I see something, I'll say something.