City
-
(Red Sox vs Yankees) vs (Bush vs Kerry)
in CityThis evening two rivalries went head-to-head for the viewing loyalties of Bostonians: the Red Sox/Yankees playoff game in New York and the Bush/Kerry debate in Arizona. I generally have a low tolerance for both baseball and political rhetoric, but in the end the debate prevailed and I settled in to listen to it on the…
-
A Corner of Beacon Hill
in CityA Columbus day stroll through Beacon Hill brought me to this very pleasant dead end.
-
A Visit to Red Sox Nation
in CityJoel, Monica, and I took in a Red Sox game against the Orioles tonight, a losing effort for the Sox but a nice evening in Fenway for us nonetheless. Since I find baseball a bit slow, I entertained myself by focusing on other sources of action, such as drunk fans getting thrown out by security…
-
After the Big Dig
in CityLast night I was fortunate enough to have my good friends Ken and Irene visiting from Indiana. Thanks to them, I spent the afternoon seeing my familiar places–my house, Harvard Square, Boston College, Coolidge Corner–through their eyes, a fresh perspective that made me appreciate where I am for this phase of life, however long or…
-
Street Music and Pizza in Harvard Square
in CityLast night I spend my third evening in Harvard Square this week, and I was glad to find that the square on a summer evening still has its charms, despite the many changes in recent years. Waiting for my friend Marlene—stuck in traffic on the Mass Ave bus—gave the chance to hear Lisa Bastoni play…
-
Breakfast at Sorella's
in CityThis morning I went with my housemate, Monica, and her parents to Sorella’s in Jamaica Plain, and I was glad to discover a spot to add to my list of good Boston breakfast joints. What’s remarkable about this small restaurant on Centre street is the shear amount of reading it takes to sort through your…
-
Boston driving, with a human face
The warmer weather apparently is enabling Boston drivers to be jerks to one another in more personal ways. Now that more windows are rolled down, intravehicular communication has moved from pantomimed abuse to more direct verbal confrontation.
-
-
-
Surprise in Ice
I had never been to Mt. Auburn Cemetery in the winter until I biked there this afternoon on a sunny, 30-degree day. Mt. Auburn became such a regular part of my life last year and it seemed like a shame to experience it in every season but this one. I didn’t know what to expect…