Here's hoping one of the clever rascals comes dressed as the Headless Horseman.
Jay lists other "literary" costumes. The Hunchback of Notre Dame is certainly literary.
Will I be OK, if I sell my car and rely on the T?
Kristie and her WiFi-enabled laptop are nice and cozy inside Emack and Bolio's as the annual Trick 'n' Trot 5K race goes by outside:
... The mayor just got into his new Hybrid SUV after congratulating the winner and took off. There are lesbians handing out snickers bars at the end of the race and there's a really light snow falling.
Ooooh Wonder Woman just crossed the line. Nice. You'd think she'd come in closer to the top finishers. ...
Sam Yoon has declared this the weekend of Dorchester and will be trying to convince people there to vote for him because he's from Dorchester. I thought at-large candidates represent the whole city. Hmm, I have one vote left; I think I'll vote for Matt O'Malley because, like me, he's from Roslindale. Sorry, Sam.
Rich, famous Bostonians are no more likely to vote than us poor shlubs. But that's because they're too busy doing Important Stuff.
ChezNiki reports on a meeting in Roxbury about the last days of the last Katrina evacuees at Camp Edwards:
... Families separated, no privacy, no continuity of care, untreated depression and high stress, filth, open disrespect from the Base and State police. Additionally, Evacuees were only allowed to take two bags off the base and forced to leave items behind. Some were sent to Taunton during the time that the Whittendon Dam was about the break. Some have been offered jobs on the Cape at lower than the normal going rate; many of the women have been steered into Domestic work. But the most heartbreaking stories were about the evacuees who asked, "What took you (the Black community) so long?" and "Where were you?" People in attendance at the meeting on Wednesday were literally crying. ...
She also reports a bizarre confrontation after the meeting with Sen. Dianne Wilkerson's chief of staff about what she's posting on her blog.
PIHP is thinking of filing a public-records request to find out who's responsible for the profusion of badly done cardboard signs all over downtown T stops these days:
... The signs aren't mounted well at all, don't seem graffiti resistant, and generally look like shit while providing absolutely no information to anyone. At stations like Airport and Aquarium, what is the point of redesigning the station and renovating it only to tack up poster-board notices? ...
Ken reports he is "beyond hating" service on the Fitchburg line and posts a copy of a letter to MBTA commuter-rail honcho Bob Stoetzel regarding service on the line:
... I pay $200 a month and have never once come into North Station at the scheduled time. ...
Chris defies the conventional wisdom that Metro has reduced Herald readership on the subway. Well, at least, on the Green and Orange lines:
... It's been years since I commuted on the red line or the commuter rail, so I don't know how the Metro has affected these demographics, but I can attest that on the Green and Orange Lines, the Metro hasn't supplanted the Herald so much as it's filled in the void of those who read no paper during their commute. ...
Tom Menino says he didn't show up at a Southie meeting last week out of respect for Jean Lampron, the woman who died of a heart attack while being mugged. But the Unchosen One says the meeting wasn't a memorial service, it was a meeting for residents to discuss crime in the neighborhood:
...By using the excuse that he did not wanting to politicize the meeting (which was giving ordinary citizens a chance to have their voices heard) to avoid the responsibility of attending, Menino did something far worse, he politicized Lampron's death. Mr. Mayor you have lost my vote.
Curbed, which long confined itself to covering the real-estate market south of the Bronx and north of Staten Island, has decided to cover our Fair Hub (just in time to watch the local housing bubble burst; hooray, more options for Brooklynites priced out of the City!). But they're having some trouble with the concept that Boston just doesn't have boroughs (kids, they're called "neighborhoods").
When you pick up the Globe, you just never know which Brian McGrory you're going to get. The tough crusader who arranges mayoral debates and manages to actually drive to JP to report stories or the thumb-sucking space waster who makes you long for the intellectual stimulation of the letters to the editor in Metro.
Right now, I'm wondering exactly how many minutes it took him to write today's opus, which basically says "Gene O'Flaherty sure is skinny. Hmm, I wonder how my thumb would taste with chocolate on it?"
About a month ago, Jason started getting somebody else's electronic-banking info via e-mail. He calls Bank of America to let them know that somebody goofed when inputting his or her e-mail address:
The woman put me on hold for a few minutes, and then came back to tell me that there's nothing they can do about it, and that I should "just ignore the emails." I was a little incredulous, and asked if they really don't have a way to search their database by email address, figure out the accountholder, and contact them to let them know their error, and she said that that was all true - the only way they can search their records is by account number. I asked for her supervisor, who came to the phone and repeated their inability to do anything at all. ... Now, being a database programmer, I know that she's wrong ...
Scott says it's lights out today for the Zone:
... The Zone's death knell came when ESPN Radio Boston 890 AM started in earnest in this market about six weeks ago. Losing the Celtics before that (to WRKO, sister station of Entercom's WEEI), was another bad sign for The Zone in recent months. ...