The most important community spots are often the least celebrated. When I first moved to the North End in 1991, the Italian section of Boston had largely gone unchanged for decades. It was the affordable part of Boston back then. My street level two-bedroom apartment at 4A Prince (currently the location of the restaurant Artu) was Read More…
I am a Red Sox fan. I’m not sure how it happened exactly, but I do remember when it happened. It was a snowy February day in 1978, maybe a day off from school during the Blizzard of ’78. I flipped through a few of our limited available channels and chanced upon the beginning of Read More…
Before the final Pawtucket Red Sox game of the 2018 season, I caught up with former Boston Red Sox catcher and current PawSox hitting coach, Rich Gedman, for a brief conversation in the dugout. Gedman was a local Worcester kid when he eventually came up to the Red Sox on the heels of Carlton Fisk’s Read More…
Back in the 1970s, Charles River Park was more than the place where “… if you lived here you would be home now …” as the iconic sign along Storrow Drive has said for years. During my childhood, Charles River Park was a home away from home due to the fact that my grandmother lived Read More…
Last February ownership of the Boston Herald was awarded to Digital First Media for $11.9 million, which hopefully means a new beginning for a paper that has served Boston well for over 100 years. I do not remember a version of the Herald as early as the 1800s, but I do remember the Boston Herald Read More…
It appears that the age of the taxi cab in the city of Boston is coming to an end. I was talking to a hotel doorman in Copley Square last Sunday morning and mentioned how business appeared to be slow. “Cabs sometimes wait in line for seven hours for a fare,” he said. For a Read More…
The North End of Boston has changed a great deal since I lived there between 1991 and 2003. When I was a young kid, my family spent many weekends shopping at old Haymarket. Not crazy about being drowned in crowds of hot, sweaty people and rotting vegetables, it was not my favorite weekend activity. So Read More…