by Sally Rychlak Over the past few years, I’ve somehow become a frequent Boston flyer. I usually find myself there at least three times a year for work, and somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like just another business trip and started feeling like a city I genuinely love. I definitely wouldn’t call myself a local, but I think I’ve earned the right to have a few opinions. And here’s one of them: when I first learned Boston’s nickname was “Beantown,” I hated it. With