According to one probationer who I spoke with for this column, that routine—which they had to go through twice last week—involves waiting in a lobby close to other people, riding in an elevator with an Averhealth employee, pulling their pants down and shirt up, peeing in a cup, and handing over the goods.
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IN ATTUCKS COMMEMORATION, NATIVE AMERICANS NOTE INJUSTICE THEN AND NOW
“There’s a lot of money being thrown at the Harbor Islands now—they want to put hotels there and all kinds of things, but there were burials all over there, so that’s a battle we’re going to have.”
IN SEARCH OF SOLUTIONS FOR A BROKEN PAROLE SYSTEM
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In the process of editing this week’s cover feature by Jean Trounstine, a collaboration with the ...
ME + YOU + THE ACLU
Without First Amendment crusaders to catch our backs, journalists—along with educators, activists, and anybody else whose career or passion often requires that they take unpopular public positions—would be no more useful than a Putin fan zine published by the Kremlin.
FROM CLAW MACHINES TO LOOT BOXES, THIS CAN’T BE GOOD FOR CHILDREN
Don’t even think about leaving the arcade before you swipe a couple bucks away trying to wrap a claw that couldn’t lift a Lego around an anonymous L.O.L. Surprise! prize the size of a toddler.
I WAS IN NEW HAMPSHIRE AND CAN CONFIRM THAT EVERYTHING CHUCK TODD SAYS IS COMPLETELY STUPID
My point is to draw a comparison between the horse-race repetition and robotic uniformity of the kind of trash commercial bigs, from putrid right-wing radio to elitist broadsheets like the Post, reported out of New Hampshire this week, and the unique features that our squad produced.
SOME QUICK WORDS BEFORE HEADING OFF TO COVER THE NEW HAMPSHIRE PRIMARY
The reporters I roll with may not dress like the coifs on TV, or have as many cool lanyards in their credential collection as those who ride campaign buses, but I assure you we are much more serious than most of them.
IN DEFENSE OF TELLING FAMILY MEMBERS THAT THEY AREN’T QUALIFIED TO ARGUE WITH YOU ABOUT POLITICS
A few weeks ago, I went there. I told family members who reside politically south of America’s metaphorical Mason-Dixon line that they were unqualified to wrestle with me on the subject of impeachment.
THROUGH DARKNESS, LIGHT: A PICKLEBALL PARABLE
In this case pickleball is merely the vehicle through which I chose to weave this particular parable about finding unexpected prizes through patience and pain.
RIP BOSTON METRO (2001 – 2019)
As the lone remaining leaf on the street in some neighborhoods and corners, we promise to take the responsibility that comes with that seriously.