Luisa Mercedes, 53, is from Aibonito, a mountain municipality in Puerto Rico haunted by a local myth involving a llorona (Spanish for “crier”). She paints an apocalyptic picture of a world ravaged by wind and water: “We saw the cars under water where we were staying. We saw a light post ripped out at the root.” She’s wearing jeans and a puffer jacket zipped up to her chin.
SPECIAL FEATURE: WAITING FOR RECIPROCITY
Springfield and Holyoke in particular have had an influx of displaced Puerto Ricans, coming to stay with their families, in hotels, homeless shelters, and with friends. Beyond the question of what to do for housing as winter settles in comes the concern over employment, and more specifically, what to do for people who have licensure and years of education in their professions.
GE BOSTON DEAL: THE MISSING MANUAL, PART 7
General Electric tries to cheap out on cleaning up its PCB apocalypse on the Housatonic River
MASS HAS A NEW PARTY (AND NOT JUST THE ONE REPUBLICANS ARE THROWING RIGHT NOW)
I didn’t hang at Evan Falchuk’s campaign office on Tremont Street past midnight just for kicks this morning. Nor was I only there for the beer, much of which was being sipped and spilled in celebration.
