Change is the only constant, and soon I’ll be spending a lot less time in Davis Square. It’s truly the Paris of Somerville and I’ll miss it – except for these things:
Chuggers: Maybe one day I’ll have a minute for their cause (by which they mean a dollar, or several) but until then I will continue to avoid these earnest yet shadowy CHarity mUGGERS who are a plague upon Davis Square. At least the clean-cut gents promoting the LDS wear nametags, and we know who they represent. I gave at the office, thanks.
Crappy pizza: Sure, this is a problem in many places, but the drought of quality pizza in Davis is just despressing. There’s lots of great places to have lunch around here but sometimes you just want a slice. Is thin crust without orange oil too much to ask? Do we have to order in from Medford?
Precision parking enforcement: I don’t have much sympathy for people who park illegally or for those who try to drive in dense urban areas, but the Somerville parking enforcement around Davis is deadly accurate to the minute of meter expiration, and frankly, it bums me out.
Diesel booth squatters: I don’t remember ever wanting to study as long and hard as these people do, no matter how caffeinated I was. What’s the deal with spreading your stuff out to soak up an entire four-top all day long? Don’t you ever have to go to the bathroom? Aren’t you worried about bedsores?
The horrifying stench off Grove Street near Elm: I don’t know what it is or where it comes from, but it’s bad. Real bad. I think it’s actually the smell of death. And as summer advances, it’s not getting better. If that’s coming from one of those restaurants, somebody needs to look into it, stat. Maybe the guys playing soccer in bloody aprons in the parking lot know something about it, but I’m not going to get close enough to ask them.