… cheese Christmas tree! WOW.
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– R. Tirella
By Rosalie Tirella
I just got a call from a Green Island pal. The bad news: Bank of America is closing their Millbury Street (read: inner-city) branch soon.
This is killer (as in horrific) news! There are so few banks who want to make a commitment to the inner city, so few banks who want to come into poor neighborhoods and do business. They don’t see the profit in setting up shop in a place where, for the most part, they will be cashing social security checks/DET checks for poor people in the beginning of each month. Plus, it’s a bit more dangerous (robberies, etc).
STILL the residents of Green Island have always prided themselves on being able to retain a legit BANK – a real honest to goodness bank and not some check-cashing/loan sharking business, which is what you usually find in the inner-city/poorer neighborhoods. When I was a little girl growing up in Green Island my mom did her banking at the same spot – it was Mechanics Bank then. The people were always so nice and polite to her – and to us kids.
When there was a gap years later, my mom had to cash a check at Golemo’s just down the street (on Millbury St.) – a son of a bitch loan sharker/exploiter of poor people – who cheated hundreds of people of hundreds of thousands of dollars and who was at the end of a police search. He flew the coop, ended up on the lam and was finally – just recently after many years – arrested. I remember Golemo, the evil pig, cashed my mom’s check for her – and took a 1/4 of her money (from the check). I saw this and somehow you never ever forget something like this as a kid. The obvious evil – the out and out wrong doing. Taking my mom’s money – stealing it.
We don’t want this to happen again in Green Island! It happens in Main South, it happens in Piedmont and it happens in downtown – right across the street from the Hanover Theatre. The pawn shop across from the Hanover does the exact same thing – cashes the checks of poor people who have no bank accounts (day laborers, people on the brink of homelessness) – and charges them exhorbitant fees. Which ultimately pushes poor people into actual homelessness – or some other tragedy. Pigs. Every check cashing joint – pigs. Every one of them.
Please, Bank of America, STAY on Millbury Street! Please don’t abandon Green Island. All the folks of Green Island depend on you to do their banking business – in a fair, professional manner! Don’t feed us to to the sharks – the loan sharks …
Listened to the “final” John Lennon interview on WZLX a few nights ago (he was murdered by Chapman 30 years ago). The program was OK … . Better way to remember Lennon’s death/celebrate his life: listen to his music and pick up the latest issue of Rolling Stone magazine. I have a copy of The Play Boy interviews and I have Jann Wenner’s Lennon interviews (when he had just quit the Beatles), AND I have tons of books, including the “Beatles Anthology,” the giant coffee table book that was actually kinda cool to read through again a few nights ago.
Anyways, I miss the old Rolling Stone – when it was physically bigger and about great musicians and liberal politics – not about electronic gadgets and stupid video games. Still, I am going out to buy this RS issue as soon as I post this … If you don’t want to buy RS, check out their on-line edition. Also, dedicated to Lennon. www.rollingstone.com
– R. Tirella
The sight of dogs at play in a grassy field is a happy image. Humans watch their companions with delight and a desire to visually participate in the innocent play as the “pups” run freely and jump and bow and roll and collide in a carefree way.
And as we watch, we become intrigued when one dog tends to lead the pack, or another is involved in fending off or initiating rough-housing, or another has boundless energy to run, or another tends to jump higher than his or her doggy play pals.
Innocent dog play, however, is violated when self-centered, manipulative people turn a playful run into a wagered dog race, or rough-house play into a wagered dog fight.
My dear readers, if there’s anything you’ve learned about InCity Times these past seven-plus years, is that we are ambitious – and a wee-bit technophobic, which makes for really interesting newspapering. Yes, yes, we have heard it all before: Rose, all the newspapers have websites!; Rose, ICT needs to be in cyberspace; Rose, think how great this will be for your writers and advertisers! So for four or so years, we’ve been on the fence about an ICT website – vascilating like crazy! To build an InCity Times website – or not to build an InCity Times website? That was the question!
By Vanessa Costa
I have to give all the credit to my husband, Bill, for adopting Tyler, our retired racing greyhound, seven years ago. We wanted to get a dog, but with both of us working, I was concerned about how much time we could devote to a pet. Greyhound Friends in Hopkinton was having their semi-annual Open House and before hand my husband visited their website (www.greyhound.org) and immediately fell for one red brindle greyhound named Tyler.
On May 8, 1983, Louise Coleman, a rehabilitation counselor for the United States Department of Labor, visited Wonderland Race Track in Revere, Massachusetts, at the urging of an acquaintance who knew that a discarded racer was due to be killed shortly. With no previous experience with greyhounds, Louise adopted Boston Boy, who received a new name Shadow and another chance. Shortly after the adoption of Shadow, Louise Coleman, with the help of several volunteers, started the work of Greyhound Friends, a small non-profit organization dedicated to saving racing greyhounds, The organization was incorporated in Boston, Massachusetts two years later, and since that time more than 7,000 retired racers have found good and caring homes. The dogs were originally housed in Louise’S home and at the Brookline Animal Hospital, but in 1987 the organization received funding from the Ahimsa Foundation to rent a kennel in Hopkinton, Massachusetts. This remains the main adoption center of Greyhound Friends, and it is here that the dogs are prepared for their new lives.When they are received, they are groomed, treated medically, nourished with high quality food, waled and reassured, and outfitted with as new collar an leash. They respond almost immediately to kind treatment and most dogs are readied for adoption in just a few days.Greyhound Friends has many volunteers who help with all aspects of the work.