It’s been more than five years since our yellow lab Floyd padded off to the Rainbow Bridge. Okay, that’s as sappy as I want to get. But the point is my wife and I still miss him and we...

It was the summer of 1962 in Harvard Square. I was on a stool waiting for my lunch in the Tasty sandwich shop, the same stool Matt Damon sat on in Good Will Hunting in 1997, the year that diner...

The trouble with spring in New England Is that it’s usually nothing more than A hastily stitched doormat to summer Once you’ve finished wiping your feet Through the soft fibers of...

For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, to make meals or reservations — let’s face it, sustenance responsibilities should be part...

According to a Duke University health study, in the last decade three million Americans changed their minds and no longer believe smoking a pack a day poses a health risk. The report concludes the...

In the summer of 1971, a wiry man about 40 carrying a briefcase walked down the hall of Boston After Dark, led by my news editor. I was the executive editor. As they passed my office, I was at my...

I don’t need to wait for the envelope. I think it should be said right now. Congratulations to Kate Davis and David Heilbroner, our local filmmakers whose Traffic Stop has been nominated for an...

Conscription is part of American history — a distant part. The Selective Service isn’t selecting like it used to. And, sadly, because of that, going off to war today has become as easy as...

Cold weather is coming eventually, so I’m in the process of moving summer things down to the shelves and wardrobes in our basement. It’s hard, however, to find proper storage space given...

October, 1960: It was a time of optimism. (How quaint, but how refreshing.) It was a time when change actually looked like it was going to happen — and not for the worse. Apple carts stood...