by Thomas F. Schiavoni A vacationing North End neighbor asked me to look after his sidewalk planter. I later asked about the 3-inch figurine with a halo, mallet and carpenter’s plane interred beneath the greenery. He explained that he had salvaged spilled dirt from a broken flowerpot at the condo next-door. The owner had buried Read More…
They say that St. Patrick paused in Boston’s North End as he drove the snakes from Ireland. First, he had to find a space. Submitted by: Thomas F. Schiavoni
The following is a commentary that appeared in condensed form in the January 22, 2010 edition of the Boston Business Journal. The full version is reproduced below. Room 801: Losing Sleep Over Boston’s Board of Appeals It’s a nondescript room with the ambience of a missile silo on the 8th floor of Boston City Hall. Read More…