Monthly Archives: September 2018

London Dark Alley

Not many alleys are left in America, but London abounds in these narrow passages. Estate agents called them ‘cul de sac’. That’s obsolete French for ‘back of the bag’. My friend Sam Royalle lived on one in Nottinghill Gate. Off Westbourne Grove to be exact. The top of the alley was bracketed by a Domino’s […]

Live Long and Prosper

The Masoretic version of the Bible claimed that Methuselah achieved the epic age of 969. His name is synonymous with longevity. No one in modern history has touched his nonagenarian record, although my great-grand aunt lived to 103. Bert circled the world in a sailing ship. One port of call was Bangkok. She was the […]

FASTER PUSSYCAT KILL KILL / Tura Santana

The South Shore Drive-In was located off 128 outside of Boston over the Blue Hills from my suburban development of split-level houses. No one went to the twin screens in the daytime, but on summer nights my father drove my mother and their six children to the open-air theater, where we watched THE TEN COMMANDMENTS […]

The Silence Of The Neponset River

The Neponset River runs from the Foxborough marshes and the stream drops over two-hundred feet over the first twelve miles through the towns of Walpole, Sharon, Norwood, Canton, Westwood and Dedham before reaching Mattapan, which the First People called ‘a good place to sit’. Blue Hill Avenue crosses the river over a stone bridge before […]

TIME HAS COME TODAY by the Chambers Brothers

In the late-60s I attended a Catholic Boys high school ten miles away from my house. No buses or trains ran between the suburbs on the outskirts of Boston and only connection between these bedroom communities was Route 128 orbiting Boston from Nantasket Beach in the South Shore to the North Shore fishing port of […]