Off the map
Somerville, like Libya, is a land of contrast. The atmosphere of the yuppie paradise that I live in on the perch of Prospect Hill changes very rapidly as you walk even a few blocks away. A recent venture to Las Brisas was no less a journey into the “long dark teatime of the soul” than […]
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I am terrified of change. Any part of my daily routine that falls out of its well-worn daily path is enough to fill me with rage and despair, shivering in cold corners until the sun sets and I can become a bat. Think, then, how scary the changing of the guards at the beloved Union […]
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