And now for something completely different..........
OG, I just wanted to let you know that you were/are absolutely right. I had occasion today to travel on Warwick Road, and as you mentioned in an earlier post, it is in terrible condition. The stretch between Perkins Street and the Fellsway is one of the worst in the City!
I made a post (by mistake, getting a bit "careless" I think I'll call it!) in the General Interest section, topic "Cemetery Decorations" that I thought might be somewhat relevant to 'we seniors'. Since I'm not a fan of identical postings in different sections, check it out there if you're interested. Sorry about that.
OK, I've learned my lesson, no more 'venturing' onto other strings!
A quickie for here though. What exactly IS the reason for no parking on public ways between 2 and 6 AM?
It's to keep from looking like Malden, Revere, Chelsea, Somerville, East Boston, etc. Remember when everyone moved here & they were moving on up? Like the Jeffersons? They wanted to leave the congestion behind because they were now better than the neighborhoods they left. Just some pretension. Like being a dry town. Some would say quality of life. I say going overboard with the snobbery.
I like the "dry town". I still remember my uncle wrapping the cases of Dawson's ale in brown paper, to put out in the trash. Like nobody knew what it was.
I had an apt on Main St. during the blizzard of '78, and when the roads were closed, believe me that the constant stream of people walking to and back from Malden weren't doing it to buy groceries. [:)]
I had an apt on Main St. during the blizzard of '78, and when the roads were closed, believe me that the constant stream of people walking to and back from Malden weren't doing it to buy groceries. [:)]
That makes me laugh. :)
To the person whose father wrapped the bottles, since this is an anonymous message board, I will admit that I sometimes don't put wine bottles or other liquor bottles in my recycling bin. I know I'm supposed to recycle them but if I have some friends over the bottles add up embarrassingly. By friends, I mean one friend & her "friend" who hardly drinks. The bottles upon occasion have told a different story.
I had an apt on Main St. during the blizzard of '78, and when the roads were closed, believe me that the constant stream of people walking to and back from Malden weren't doing it to buy groceries. [:)]
I walked from Echo St.and stopped in at McDonough's in Stoneham on the way to visit some friends. It was pretty crowded, and people were dragging their purchases home on sleds.