Since Eversource has to dig up part of the Common this week anyway, City Archaeologist Joe Bagley figured he'd use the opportunity to do a little archaeological digging first, on what is one of the city's more historic pieces of land. Read more.
A security guard at the South Station bus terminal who spotted a man and a teen boy engaged in some possible inappropriate behavior under a blanket last August sparked an investigation that led to the man's federal indictment this week. Read more.
Architects of late 19th-century and early 20th-century buildings in downtown Boston loved their classical symbols, from caduceuses to cornucopia to lamassuses. Most, though, are no more than a couple stories high - what's the point of that intricate work that nobody can see? The top couple of floors at 45 Devonshire, at the corner of State, though, really only reward people who look way up - with various symbols including a number of bucrania, or garlanded ox skulls (which you can also see on the rear of the Walgreens where the Boston Five used to be in Downtown Crossing and, a bit farther afield, the municipal building in Hyde Park).
Around 4:20 p.m. at Washington and Milk streets. The victim was taken away in bad shape. Craig Caplan, who took the photo, reports the woman was removed from underneath the gold car.
Crag Caplan watched Somerville Honk musicians join a protest this afternoon at the new Primark downtown demanding the store buy union-made clothes.
Around 3:30 p.m. Police are looking for a white woman with pulled-back black hair in a black sweatshirt and blue jeans, carrying a large bag, last seen disappearing into the crowds on Winter Street. She was accompanied by a white man, 5'8" to 5'10" and about 170 lbs with a scruffy beard, wearing a black zip-up jacket and a black and green Celtics cap.
Another view of the scene, by Tom McLaughlin:
Kate Sullivan shows us the cake the City of Boston Credit Union had Montilio's make to help it celebrate its 100th anniversary today.
Mike Kix looked down on Court Street this afternoon. Unlike the dudes, he reports, the octopus was not moving.
Craig Caplan shows us the latest attempt to transform Boston into a baby New York - in this case a sign at 2 Winter Pl. downtown. Where's our DUMBO?
A concerned citizen complains:
When will Boston PD enforce the do not block the box law? It is constant around the south station roads making very difficult for first responders to get through.
Ed. note: Washington and South streets in front of Forest Hills in the morning is similar.
Signal problems at Park Street are causing "moderate" delays in both directions on the Red Line this afternoon. Or as MikeAtlas, at Downtown Crossing, tags it:
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.
Boston Police have released photos of a man wanted for a Monday robbery of the Citizens Bank branch at One Financial Center - across Atlantic Avenue from South Station.
He's a white guy in his 30s, 5'8" with a medium build, who wore black sunglasses.
Mike looked out his window around 10 a.m. to see a two-car smashup on the Summer Street Bridge over Fort Point Channel. No injuries.
A concerned citizen who doubles as a Boston parking-enforcement officer posted a photo of a rain-filled pothole on Tremont Street this morning:
HERE IS THE POTHOLE I STEPPED INTO WHILE I WAS GOING TO GIVE A UPS TRUCK A TICKET IN NO STOPPING AT 145 TREMONT ST ALONG WITH THIS PICTURE I'M PUTTING UP 3 PICTURES OF MY RIGHT FOOT SWOLLEN AND BRUISED.
Ed. note: The online 311 system only allows for one photo, so, no, you can't see photos of his/her swollen right foot.
The exigencies of another day at work caused a Red Line train to take an eternal rest near Alewife and an Orange Line train to take a ride with the Grim Reaper at Downtown Crossing between 7 and 7:30 a.m.