Who's the lowest level federal official who gets a motorcade and the right to shut our roads at rush hour?

Well, seems Secretary of Education Arne Duncan was in town today. And as befits somebody of his august position, naturally, he stayed at the Ritz and got a motorcade full of Escalades that, of course, got a full police escort and had Storrow Drive blocked at rush hour?

His public schedule.notes he and his entourage will do it all again tomorrow, starting at Harvard at 9 and then across the Charles back into Boston for an 11 a.m. grip-and-grin with Tom Menino and a bunch of college presidents at BU. River-road motorists take note.

Bomb squad responds to Logan after man is spotted throwing a couple of things in the trash

State Police report troopers patrolling the lower level of Terminal C around 1 p.m. were approached by concerned citizens who'd just spotted a man drive up to a curbside trash can, put two containers in it and then drive away.

State Police Troopers and [bomb squad] technicians immediately responded, recovered two small containers from a trash can and secured and removed them from the area. The State Police continue to investigate the incident, but after speaking with the suspect do not believe there was any malicious or criminal intent, or that there was ever any threat to public safety.

Grizzled political observer moving south

David Bernstein, formerly of the Phoenix and currently of Boston Magazine, reports:

Big personal news to relate: after the November election I am moving to Richmond, VA, where my wife is starting an exciting new job.

I expect to still write and comment about Massachusetts politics beyond 2014, and am pleased to say that Boston Magazine and WGBH have expressed interest in finding continuing roles for me.

Red Line plays Godot; riders call it a dumb show

The faces say it all. Aubrey Bracco captures the mood at Park.

Who knows why the Red Line lurched to a halt and wheezed its last this afternoon? At some point, it just ceased to matter. Riders crammed into stations waiting for trains that wheezed into stations so crammed the crammed riders on the platform could not cram into the crammed trains, which then slowly, ever so slowly crammedly made their way to the next crammed station, where the next futile door openings occurred.

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