Jimmy Cracked Com(edy)

Now that I’ve publicly harassed my friend Brian over those beloved Red Sox, I feel a need to thank him for introducing me to Jimmy Tingle’s Off Broadway Theatre.  For years after he left us gradschool pals to head home to the mid-West, Brian came in for First Night.  Sure, I complained about being dragged out into the [...]

13 to 1!!!!!

Seriously, what more is there to say?

Ted Williams’ Toe

Common sense would dictate that Ipswich Street be avoided like the Common at 3am today of all days, but I absolutely couldn’t resist seeing the pre-Series Fenway hubbub. It was noisy; it was crazy-crowded; traffic crawled along Boylston; people hurried to touch the bronzed toe of Ted Williams’ statue; grown men were strolling around [...]

Rockies, Indeed!

This is for you Brian.  What do you mean: congratulations that my team is going to the World Series again, but you’re rooting for the other guys cuz of their “story”?  Hunh? Are you just trying to tick me off—me, the least athletic and most unsuperstitious woman on God’s green Earth who sits around evenings [...]

Fried Brain

No, I’m not suggesting fried brain as a Halloween snack. My resolution to write a post each week didn’t last long. I love poetry; I’m sick to death of poetry. It’s all my brain is interested in at the moment. Write poetry. Job hunt. Write poetry. Job hunt. [...]

Ken’s Pub, When My Father Was Alive

[After Ed Galing] 
The pickles lured us in, floating like an experiment 
in avoiding temptation. But the pastrami’s black edges
sealed the deal for me–my mouth already sizzling
from the peppercorn crackles as my father smiled,
winking at the man I always called Ken, a nice man
with a pencil behind his ear in case a policeman needed
two sandwiches, his partner keeping the [...]

I Dream of Lowell…with His Silver Hair

Football season has begun, and the Patriots are snuffing everyone in their path. I am in football heaven yet again. I will live there, remote and bowl of turkey chili in hand, until sometime next February. However, ever since Mike Lowell hit his jersey number’s worth of doubles last year, I’ve felt [...]