Judging from the comments of those who spoke, 99 percent of the hundred or so people who showed up for the April 30 public forum on the the Galvin Middle School were supporters of the project before they walked in the door.

Galvin Middle School - Wakefield, MAGiven the composition of the audience, the project manager, architect and Wakefield town officials must have felt like they were preaching to the choir as they made their case for the construction of a new, state-of-the-art Galvin Middle School. The choir, however, is not the audience that needs to be convinced.

The closest thing to a dissenting voice was Roland Cote. He raised a valid point, one for which there may be no good answer.

“There are hundreds of people in this town who can’t afford this,” Cote said, “who won’t gain anything from it.”
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Sixty may be the new decrepit, but on April 20 Fenway Park will celebrate its 100th birthday, proving that not everything old has a date with the wrecking ball. Last Friday, I attended the Red Sox home opener at the undersized and antiquated ballpark. April 20 may be the official centennial celebration, but last Friday’s Opening Day fanfare provided a preview.

Fenway Park Opening Day 2012Per Opening Day tradition, members of each team were introduced during the pre-game ceremonies. One of the more touching moments came when Red Sox legend Johnny Pesky was introduced. At age 92, Pesky is just eight years younger than the ball park where he played with the likes of Ted Williams, Bobby Doerr and Dom DiMaggio.

Pesky made his Red Sox debut 70 years ago this week. He played for Boston until 1952, but like so many players of his generation, Pesky lost three of his prime years to military service during World War II. Some think that but for those three lost years, the lifetime .307 hitter would have had a shot at the Hall of Fame.
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It happened two weekends ago.

Seemingly, if not literally, overnight, political yard signs sprung up like crocuses all over the town of Wakefield. Along main roads and side streets and especially on the coveted corner lots, each sign installation proclaimed a resident’s allegiance to a candidate or candidates in the April 24 Town Election.
DiNocco signFalvey signHull signLiakos signRenzullo sign
Some people don’t like political lawn signs, and some communities place restrictions on their use. But lawn signs can be an easy, inexpensive and effective form of advertising. Plus, they stick out like a sore thumb, so what’s not to like?
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As blogs, Facebook, Twitter and photo sharing sites like Flickr have exponentially increased the ranks of would-be “citizen journalists,” they have also increased the chances each of us has for moments of microcelebrity.

St. PatrickWriter Clive Thompson coined the term “microcelebrity” a few years back to describe the way that DIY (Do It Yourself) media has increased each individual’s chances of “being extremely well known not to millions but to a small group — a thousand people, or maybe only a few dozen. As DIY media reach ever deeper into our lives,” Thompson noted, “it’s happening to more and more of us.”

It’s happened to me a few times, mostly through by Flickr photo site. My latest encounter with microcelebrity was last week when Los Angeles Times writer Rene Lynch emailed to ask if she could use my photo of the statue in front of St. Patrick Church in Stoneham to illustrate a story she was writing for St. Patrick’s Day. Then, on March 17, my photo of the St. Patrick statue appeared, with credit, on the Los Angeles Times web site atop Lynch’s story, Happy St. Patrick’s Day: Six little-known facts about St. Patrick.

US Senator Scott BrownIn early 2010, I got an email from an editor at Boston Magazine. They wanted to use a photo I had taken of then Senator-elect Scott Brown at a rally at the Kowloon in Saugus. I agreed, not knowing which photo they would use of the dozen or so photos I had posted online. I shouldn’t have been surprised that the upscale glossy selected the least flattering of the photos to depict the new Republican senator. Continue reading ‘Perils of Microcelebrity’


SoldiersIn the spring of 1942, as World War II was being fought on two fronts, local soldiers and sailors serving overseas were much on the mind of their hometown. The Wakefield Daily Item ran a regular feature, “With Our Boys in the Service,” complete with photos and updates.

Meanwhile back in Wakefield, Factory Field, where many of the same boys fighting overseas attended carnivals and played pickup football games as kids, was about to turn into a defense housing development known as “Victory Village.”

Seventy years ago this month, Gilbert & Varker Corporation of Boston came to Wakefield to pitch to the Board of Selectmen the idea of a new development of 39 duplex houses on the site of Factory Field. Victory Village would encompass an area just west of Wakefield Avenue, between Richardson and Water streets. Within six months, homes would be advertised for sale or rent on new streets called Hamilton Road and Jefferson Road.
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Snow Deal

08Mar12

One day last fall as I headed out for a morning walk, my neighbor stopped me as I strode past his house.

leslie nielsen“See this?” Ron asked, pointing to the contraption sitting in front of his garage. “It’s a snow blower.”

Yes, I know,” I replied, suddenly feeling like I had walked into a Leslie Nielsen movie.

Ron explained that another of our neighbors owned the infernal machine, but it needed a complete engine overhaul to the tune of $300.

I remembered at that moment that I had broken my snow shovel toward the end of last winter. I made a mental note to buy a new one.

Red snow blowerThe owner of the snow blower, Ron continued, was proposing sharing the cost of the repairs among five or six neighbors. In exchange, all of the investors could use the snow blower over the course of the winter to clear their driveways and walks. Ron would store the machine in his locked garage and give us all the keypad code.

Five neighbors had already agreed, Ron said, and if I joined in, each one would only have to pay $50 instead of $60.

“I’ll think about it,” I told Ron, and continued on my walk.
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Galvin Middle School - Wakefield, MAThe campaign to sell the town of Wakefield a new Galvin Middle School is already gathering steam and is likely to continue unabated through the May Annual Town Meeting and beyond.

It’s going to be a hard sell. With a $74,740,254, price tag, building a brand new, state-of-the-art middle school is going to require the town to pass a debt exclusion under Proposition 2½. That will mean a $175 bump on the average homeowner’s annual property tax bill.

But not to worry. I can offer some tried and true, surefire strategies for “educating” taxpayers and convincing even the stingiest among them to fork over more dough. Unlike building a new school, my advice is free – and I trust you’ll find it worth every penny.
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Patriot PlayerEveryone in the Northeast, not to mention the entire nation, will be impacted by Sunday’s Super Bowl between the New England Patriots and the New York Giants. Everybody has a role to play, whether they realize it or not. You may not need a scorecard to identify the players, but you’ll need one to categorize everyone else. Let’s take a look at some the characters that you might encounter around 6:30 p.m. ET on Sunday.
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Occupy My Heart

19Jan12

Goodbye eHarmony.com. Hello eOccupy.com.

RƎVO⅃UTION - Occupy BostonThe January 16, 2012 Boston Globe Metro section featured the touching story of a romance that bloomed in the Occupy Boston encampment before the 99 percent were forced out of Dewey Square by Boston Mayor Thomas Menino and the forces of the evil one percent.

The Globe described Anya Karasik, 18, and Robert Stitham, 25, as the “archetype of an Occupy couple: he a redheaded Mainer with tattoos on his arms; she, a petite upstate New York girl with a heart-shaped face and a boyish haircut, wearing a knit grandmother sweater three sizes too big.”

They sound positively adorable, don’t they?
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There are certainly many who knew Paul Faler better than I, although I had the privilege of knowing him for a good long time. When we spoke on the phone two days before Thanksgiving, it did not even cross my mind that it would be our last conversation.

I first met Paul Faler in 1970 or 1971, when I walked into his classroom at the University of Massachusetts at Boston. He was a 30 year old assistant professor of history in his first or second year at UMass. This was before the Boston campus moved out to Columbia Point. Back then, most classes were held in the old office building at 100 Arlington St. in Park Square.

If I had to pick one word to describe Professor Faler, it would be “clarity.” After going over a subject matter once, he would invariably say, “In other words…” and explain it again from a different angle until it was crystal clear.

Around 1978, I was in a downtown Wakefield place of business when a man walked in whom I recognized instantly.
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