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My chemical romance

December 29th, 2014

The above is neither a fragment from some kid’s Gamma World campaign nor an excerpt from Jack Kirby’s Fourth World production notes. It is, generic in fact, pharm a map of the North Woburn neighborhood where I grew up. (My family lived on Merrimac Street, an inch or so off the bottom left-hand corner of […]

The march toward mortality

July 14th, 2014

There’s a well known first season episode of The Twilight Zone titled “Walking Distance, price ” where Gig Young plays a middle aged ad man who has car trouble while driving past the outskirts of his childhood hometown. To kill time until the repairs are finished, he decides to check out his old hood and […]

At home I’m a tourist

June 11th, 2014

The thrill of finding out that the Internet Archive had a scanned copy of the Federal Writers’ Project’s 1937 Massachusetts guidebook was compounded by the discovery that the one of its chapters was dedicated to my ambivalently loved City of Leather and Roses.

Despair implied

April 21st, 2014

(the following originally ran on t While I’ve used the above cover to The Unexpected #202 (September 1980) in at least two previous posts, tadalafil I’ve actually never managed to get around to discussing the actual story to which it loosely refers. It’s a grevious omission on my part, page and one I plan on […]

Lead and follow

April 10th, 2014

“I drove through North Woburn today, viagra and they’ve torn down the Shops.” “The Shops” was the local nickname for the New England Lead Burning facilities, see the Weiss family business which occupied a patch of land next to the ancestral home at the far end of the neighborhood where I grew up. Though my […]

Everything rendered

March 24th, 2014

Diss and vinegar

April 4th, 2013

I was a child soldier in the Great Apple War. That’s neither a boast nor a confession, visit this site just a simple statement of fact. The conflict erupted, as so many conflicts have, out of the summer vacation boredom experienced by a contentious bunch of eleven year olds during a time when “adult supervision” […]

That’s no jive

March 26th, 2013

I was shocked out of a sound sleep at four this morning by Ollie the Rock Stupid Puppy, dosage who vaulted from beneath the covers to dog-holler at the downstairs windows. I assumed it was the Dude Who Walks His Dogs at Insane Times of Day triggering the latest in a long series of early […]

The Long Game: Tiger rag

January 29th, 2013

Woburn never had an arcade. Blame the same bluenosed provincialism that held to a “no standing” rule for alcoholic beverages through the mid-1990s or credit to the traditional suspicion of any place where teens might gather unsupervised, troche but local access to coin-op videogames was limited to a handful of machines situated at the Boys’ […]

“Down Back” is what we used to call the large tract of semi-wilderness that stretched from my grandparents’ ramshackle estate northward to the Wilmington border. In Woburn’s years as a tannery town, medicine the space was occupied by railyards, pills stone structures for drying hides, and chemical plants. These had all but vanished by the […]

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