I want my two dollars

It happened again, some punk stole $2 from me in the subway. Well, not exactly.  What happened was, somebody squeezed through the fare gate behind me without paying.  I hate it when that happens because it makes me feel somehow complicit in the fare-beating, or even...

Cheesed off in Davis Square

Right on the heels of the terrible cheese/chocolate choice, I find that somebody has made an important cheese choice for me. I went to Diesel Cafe for lunch as I often do and ordered the Branch Trio as I often do – in fact, it was the winner of the Davis Square...