:Only those who have had the torment of driving in Boston can imagine what a crazy-quilt of one way streets they have. Way back in the thirties the Postmaster of Bridgewater to find a convention site started down a one way street the wrong way.; A red faced Hibernian in blue uniform with badge, blew whistle, clamped his foot on running board of car, thrust his snarling face into window, and demanded "What's your name?" The terrified postmaster stammered :"Murphy, Officer." The cop snarled back "And a foine thing it is for you too. Get the hell out of here!"