From tears on the T, to genteel relief in the Fens
Boston bloggers kept us breathless last week with accounts of tears on the T and the search for a decent teapot. But one blogger has us wondering: How does a pizza get bling?
What would you do?
A local law student who blogs as CindyLou spots a woman on the Green Line close to tears:
''I tried to offer her a smile, but she wasn't looking over, and I didn't want her to think I was gawking at her misery.
''The kind words of friends, family and strangers were what helped pull me out of my gloom, and I thought it appropriate if I could offer the same help to someone else. But I couldn't. I didn't know how to pay it forward.
''I hope that wherever she was heading, she had someone to help pick her up again. . . . "
Tea and sympathy
Halley Suitt has had two teapots break recently, and finds it hard to believe it's so hard to find a decent replacement in Tea Party town: ''People make all these fancy teapots around here, just for show, like idiotic teapots that look like beehives or taxicabs or other stupid stuff," she writes on Halley's Comment. ''But I want a real teapot -- one of those plain English things you notice at depressing moments in Tom Stoppard plays. That's the kind of pot I want -- very very very plain and simple."
Not singing its praises
Ron Newman of Somerville doesn't understand why Citizens Bank would get its name on the Opera House: ''I don't see the point of this, since the Opera House is fully restored and fully booked. It doesn't need this money. If Citizens wants to put its name on a venue and generate good will in the community, how about contributing to restoration of the Modern or Paramount or RKO Boston instead?"
Bling bling
Marc Levy of Cambridge notes on his Misanthropicity blog that Top Speed Pizzeria in Somerville has changed its motto from ''The best pizzas, pastas and subs around" to ''Pies with bling."
Honey, I'm homeCharles Swift of Dorchester has been posting Boston police blotter items -- from the 1800s. A recent entry: ''John Merrill, commonly called the honey and butter man, sentenced at the Municipal Court on six several indictments for cheating. His method was to call at a gentleman's store and say, the gentleman's lady had purchased a pot of honey of him at the house, and sent him to the store for pay, when in fact he had not seen house, lady, or honey."
Plumbing the Fens
Mike Ryan, who lives in the Fenway, has some requests for Sox fans this year on his Fenway Views site, starting with: ''Please use the restrooms in Fenway Park instead of ducking into the alleys and using our apartment buildings -- how would you feel if some guest at a neighbor's party urinated on your home?"
A sign of spring
Karl Coleman reports the return of the Granola from God guys at the Harvard Square T stop: ''I still love the little card they give with the granola that reads: 'We hope this small gift brightens your day. It's a simple way of saying that God loves you.' Yes, the only way I know a God could love is by proving it with granola distribution."
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