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It began, as it usually did, as an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not painful, really, but vaguely unpleasant—as though something was […]
Welcome to “The Salty Cod,” a monthly column in which humorist Steve Calechman grapples with uniquely New England dilemmas. Two things to keep in mind. First, we […]
When my 13-year-old daughter, Emma, asked me to sign us up for something called puppy yoga, I was skeptical. “Are you sure this is an […]
One of my clearest memories from high school in the late 1980s isn’t a specific party, but the hunt for one. A car full of […]
I didn’t grow up with a lot of yelling. Any decent therapist would hear that and say, “We have to stop now. Enjoy your remaining […]
I was on the T headed to one of my favorite restaurants in Boston when I found myself thinking about the last time I ate […]
We were in the bland hinterlands of Greater Boston, skiing along the ho-hum Leo J. Martin Golf Course—otherwise known as the worst golf course in […]
In the car heading west to Aunt Dot’s funeral in Chicago with my sister, Nancy, I’ve been raging—or not raging, exactly, but going on at […]
This is part of a winter series on things to do indoors in Boston. On a Sunday that was too wet to go out and too […]
This is part of a winter series on things to do indoors in Boston. On a typical winter weeknight, the Dance Complex in Central Square buzzes […]
This is part of a winter series on things to do indoors in Boston. I’m standing next to my friend on adjacent towers in a fantasy […]
Welcome to “The Salty Cod,” a monthly column in which humorist Steve Calechman grapples with uniquely New England dilemmas. Dear Salty Cod: What are people trying to […]
This is part of a winter series on things to do indoors in Boston. Walking down Old Colony Avenue after sundown used to be a […]
Coming to at 3 a.m. after blacking out halfway through snorting a line is an unpleasant cardiac experience, to say the least. And it was […]
Over the summer, I was about to jump down from the second row of some bleachers—except I didn’t simply jump. I first had to pause […]