And Another Thing

It’s an early July morning in the rolling hills of southern New Hampshire. It’s warm, sunny, a bit buggy, but hey, it’s the woods in summer.

Boston Mayor Martin J. Walsh has just marked his first, full year in office. Coming in, a lot of the talk surrounding the novice mayor was his singular challenge of following in the (very well-worn) footsteps of his five term predecessor, the late Tom Menino.

‘Tis the Season. Of Mistletoe, and Menorahs. Jingle Bells and Judah Maccabee. Of Dancer and Blixen, dreidels and blintzes. Twelve days of Christmas, and eight nights of Chanukah. Fa-la-la-la-la, and ha-va-na-tha latke.

It seems like only a week ago that I was visiting with Tom Menino at his office at Boston University.

It was the same stark and succinct, three-word banner headline across multiple news outlets. It looked like something out of “Batman.”

In a fit of (typical) pique over his role and how some aspects of the club were run, former New England Patriots Head Coach Bill Parcells once whined, “They want you to cook the dinner; at least they ought to let you shop for the groceries.”

The white-belt Karate student looks intent and menacing nonetheless in her jet-black Gi. The Sensei carefully arranges the last of three wooden boards set across a pair of cinder blocks.

Boston’s first food truck hit the streets in 2011. Since then, the number of food trucks, to use a food term, has mushroomed.

For Boston Red Sox fans, here’s the question of the moment: can the team “ruin’ ah summuh” before summer actually even begins?

Anybody can book a conventional b&b, resort or rustic retreat. Let us be your trip advisor to a different kind of destination.