Just because I can't think of one doesn't mean there isn't one. So why would a Boston Transportation Department worker block a Brighton Center bus stop and force a guy with a cane into the street to board a 57 bus?

Oh, of course there's a good reason! As the person who took the photo explains:

The BTD truck driver was parking to buy scratch tickets and ignored the man with the cane that was waiting for the bus. He threw the ticket out the window into the back of his truck afterwards.

Here's his license plate, should anybody at BTD wish to inquire:

Nathan Spencer tweets that Imperial Pizza, 329 Washington St. in Brighton Center, is up for sale after 40 years:

Someone has to buy it before it turns into another drugstore!!!

Carolyn Grantham, raised in a place that knows from fish and chips, explains why she won't be returning to the Battery, an allegedly authentic fish-and-chips place that recently opened on Washington Street in Brighton Center:

... Look, I don't claim to be a frying expert. I know it takes practice to be able to turn out perfect fish and chips every time. But there are hundreds, if not thousands, of practitioners in the UK who have figured it out. And until The Battery gets it right, it's upholding the myth that British cooking is bad. ...

Michael Pahre gives a thumb's up to Smoken' Joe's despite the way the name is spelled. It takes the place of Seoul Food in Brighton Center.

On the Redstar Perspective, Leigh mourns the passing of a growing number of locally owned shops and hopes the fun, quirky neighborhood doesn't become another soulless condo warren:

... There is a vibrant street life here; in our walks the M.A.S. and I will pass older Russian couples arguing, Irish rugby players headed into the Green Briar pub or Porterbelly's, Orthodox children playing in their yards, and BC fashionistas out for a run. It's cool here. I like it. And I know from direct experience that this affordable urban moment in time could certainly come to pass given the forces of private development we don’t easily resist in our lives. But for Christ's sake, I don't want a Smokey Joe's. I can drive to the strip mall in Stoughton should I really have a hankering for mass-marketed ribs.