Spatch mourns the loss of the Gaiety Theatre:

I heard a ghost today in Chinatown. She was singing the last song she would sing, and she knew it. She didn't notice me and I don't think I was meant to hear her final performance but I heard it just the same. Anybody could have heard it, really, but they would have had to listen for it. I listened. She was a bit out of practice, as she had been silently entombed and left, undisturbed for decades, behind a brick facade surrounded by the dregs of Boston's Combat Zone. The wrecking ball and jackhammers had come, though. Her space was needed for a tower of bland, soulless, expensive Residential Solutions for bland, soulless people who can afford it, and the planners had come through and fudged a few zoning loopholes and probably broken a few more laws in the process to take what they wanted. I visited her grave, now nearly fully demolished, as their construction equipment continued apace on the first new block of buildings. ...