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Trading places
A few weeks ago, a door on the fourth floor of the Miami-Dade courthouse swung open and a bunch of guys in prison-issue red jumpsuits shuffled noisily across the corridor. They wore chains and had the dull eyes of those who know the confines of a jail cell and courtroom.
A shame on the shield
You may have heard that police officers across Massachusetts are none too pleased with our governor, Deval Patrick, who has curtailed their ability to earn money working paid details.
Benevolence amid an orgy
Consider this: The bailout for thousands of millionaires on Wall Street took a couple of weeks to get through Congress; the bailout for millions of Americans who are mentally ill took 12 years.
A newsman to the end
Al Lupo would have been the first to laugh at the irony: Newspapers are trying to survive by going all-local, all-media, and the guy who did it better than anybody in town had to go and die on us.
A lesson in US history
Norman Corwin grew up in East Boston when everybody knew everybody and old women swept the sidewalk and history meant something more than whatever happened last week.
No bailout for Romilda
Yesterday, on a glorious, crisp autumn afternoon, Romilda Silva was holding a mop inside a sprawling colonial in Weston, the kind of house she will probably never live in, but which she cleans to make a living.
It's justice, in cutoffs
MIAMI - If we can draw any conclusion after the first week of the trial of the former FBI agent John Connolly, it's that Miami will never be confused with Boston.
A rat by any other name
MIAMI - So there's a murder trial going on down here, right? And it's about an FBI agent named John Connolly who sold his badge to help the South Boston gangster Whitey Bulger whack guys, right? But in the middle of all this, that noted humanitarian and etymologist, John Martorano, decided to get on the witness stand yesterday and give ...
Some tickets not needed
You may remember Theresa Marie Freitas. She's the 44-year-old mentally retarded woman who converted her mother's house in the North End into a shrine to her beloved Boston Red Sox.