After robbing a Charles Street bank this afternoon, a con who has spent much of the last two decades in federal prison and a pal tried to make their getaway in a medallion cab - only to be arrested 15 minutes later in Charlestown, thanks to a witness who spotted the cab's hackney number, which let police track its GPS. Read more.
I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself.
One week prior, at the behest of Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger, I'd flown four B-52 sorties over Hanoi. I dropped forty-eight bombs. How many homes I destroyed, how many lives I ended, I'll never know. But in the eyes of my superiors, I had served my country honorably, and I was thusly discharged with such distinction.
And so on the morning of that New Year's Eve, I found myself in a barren studio apartment on Beacon and Hereford with a fifth of Tennessee rye and the pang of shame permeating the recesses of my soul. When the bottle was empty, I made for the door and vowed, upon returning, that I would retrieve the Smith & Wesson Model 15 from the closet and give myself the discharge I deserved.
I walked for hours. I looped around the Fenway before snaking back past Symphony Hall and up to Trinity Church. Then I roamed through the Common, scaled the hill with its golden dome, and meandered into that charming labyrinth divided by Hanover Street. By the time I reached the waterfront, a charcoal sky had opened and a drizzle became a shower. That shower soon gave way to a deluge. While the other pedestrians darted for awnings and lobbies, I trudged into the rain. I suppose I thought, or rather hoped, that it might wash away the patina of guilt that had coagulated around my heart. It didn't, of course, so I started back to the apartment.
And then I saw you.
Soggy conditions seem to mean more popcorn than people on the Common today for a large-screen viewing of the Sox game, as Gustavo shows us.
Zinnia shows us the hound in front of Beacon Hill Plumbing and Heating on Myrtle Street.
Bonus fun photo: The dog is also in the Google street view of the storefront.
A shattered window at the Science Park Green Line station left quite an impression on John Geoffrion today:
Deferred maintenance as art.
The Globe reports.
Yes, even the General Hooker Entrance.
The Globe reports Melissa Carino took down a Confederate flag that had been draped over the memorial to the North's first black regiment last night after State and Boston Police declined to act, each saying the other was responsible for the historic marker across from the State House.
Arturo Gossage took in the protest at the Parkman Bandstand today. Among the speakers: Cardinal Sean O'Malley.
Copyright Arturo Gossage. Posted in the Universal Hub pool on Flickr.
Renee Graham wonders what happened to the marker commemorating Pope John Paul II's visit to the Common.