Seems Mike did a lot of things involving numbers the other night - except getting Laura's digits, that is. Cory spotted the flier in Coolidge Corner yesterday.
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.
The Library of the Royal Irish Academy wants to identify the people in the photograph below. Please contact the Library if you recognize any of the subjects. The Library can be reached via Twitter @Library_RIA, or by email at www.ria.ie/library/contact, citing "8 May Photo Query Tweet."
If more information regarding the location, subjects, time, et cetera, of the photograph become available, I will update this post.
Fathers teach your sons..
Anger and jealousy are human emotions. Using violence will not solve the problem....
Guns and knives?
Accountability and consequences for your actions. Anger management, self control.
Teach your children well.
Erica Hersh asks:
Where in Boston can I get reasonably priced but high quality bridesmaid dress alterations done? Back Bay/South End preferred.
Eileen Murphy reports:
He paced before proposal at Carson Beach; she said yes.
Please join your neighbors at this free, public panel discussion: Our Lives Matter: Art as Protest
Thursday, March 5th from 7-8pm at SCATV (90 Union Square).
We will discuss how local artists, poets and performers use creative expression to respond to current events and social injustices. The panelists will highlight their own work and how this was used to raise awareness about a particular issue in society. Those who attend may leave feeling inspired to pursue their own creative form.
A couple of researchers analyzed how American men refer to their best friends and according to their research, New Englanders much prefer "pal" over "bro," "dude" and "buddy." CAVEAT: The research is based entirely on an analysis of tweets, so it's not corrected for possible variations in how men on Facebook refer to each other.
In these modern times, you are able to purchase your own artist inspired T-shirts from the internet-based company CottonBillboards. The custom-made T-shirt store has storefront which you can use to select your T-shirt no matter if you are a male or female, or want short sleeve or long sleeve. The purchase helps supports artists who designed the t-shirt and also goes to a youth mentoring charity.
THE BLAME GAME IS KILLING US! (USA)
It's so easy to point fingers
Play the blame game
He died, she died
Kill some cops
Shoot for the head
Remember your name
Gain some fame
It's easy to find a target
Easy to use race to bait
Blame the President,
He said She said
Our country is at war
Us - Them mind set
Yell, scream, rant, rave,
Comment, post, write, boast
Inciting riot? Inciting calm?
Call for healing or harm?
All Lives Matter
BY Deb CH 2014
You may think I deserved to die
My family still will mourn, grieve, and cry
Do they have the right
Or just pretend I did not exist
Innocent victims in harms way
Never to live another day
Such a damn shame we say
Police running to save a life
Soldiers facing war and strife
SWAT in the midst of a hostage crisis
CIA, FBI chasing ISIS
First responders on the scene
Firefighters in the heat and flame
Someone died, now who to blame
All lives matter
Young or old
Bouquets are just so passe, right? An area bride-to-be is looking for corgis that her bridesmaids can hold during her wedding ceremony instead of wilting flowers. She's already got some, but needs six more:
This next April, I will be getting married to the man of my dreams and we will be having the most wonderful storybook wedding that Boston has ever seen. The icing on the cake is sweet, but there's one thing that would be even sweeter than that. Traditionally, bridesmaids' hold bouquets; in our wedding, I want them to hold corgis.
Wayne Dutch asks:
Any recommendations for wedding photographer/videographer?
Storytelling is not just for bedtime. Want to learn how to strategically weave your story into your next fundraising, recruiting or education campaign?
Join Socializing for Justice for a ProfDev (professional development) training Take Action! Storytelling That Inspires on Monday, June 2, 6:00 - 8:30 PM.
Boston Strolls spotted a love lock permanently affixed to the Public Garden bridge (or at least until somebody from the parks department arrives with a bolt cutter), wonders when this became a thing in the Public Garden. Until now, local love locks had been confined to the bridge over the turnpike at Mass. Ave. and Boylston Street.