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...style frozen yogurt shop, modeled on Pinkberry stores in California, would prove wildly popular in Boston. The experiment of post-doctorates Pok “Eric” K. Yang and Matthew A. Wallace officially commenced September 16 with the opening of their first store, Berry Line, at One Arrow Street in Cambridge. “When people taste it for the first time, they’re like whoa,” said Yang. “It tastes like real yogurt,” Wallace added. Yang, a gene regulation researcher at Harvard Medical School, and Wallace...
...While periods of combat were both intense and harrowing, the soldier's downtime could be incredibly mundane. In one photomontage, accompanied by narration, soldiers describe how they passed their time. Besides listening to their iPods and playing video games and Sudoku, they scheduled four-day bow and arrow competitions using tin cans and wooden posts as targets, with the winner receiving a bag of potato chips. Tired of eating their 4,000-calorie ration boxes that contained dried foodstuffs and chocolate, the soldiers express joy when friendly locals provide Afghan bread, onion and chilies...
...Growing up in the '60s, I camped, canoed and played basketball with my dad. I helped him (or tried to) roof the garage, insulate the attic and tile the kitchen floor. He gave me a bow-and-arrow set for my ninth birthday, and we went to the archery range together so I could practice. He read to all his children, checked our homework and expected us to do well in school. When Dad was at work, I played cowboys, baseball, basketball and climbed trees with the neighborhood kids. I rode my bike to the swimming hole and swung from...
After almost 50 years of running her café on Arrow Street, Josefina Yanguas died of cancer on August 1 at the age of 90. Pamplona brought a slice of authentic European café culture to Harvard Square, and for decades it has served as a haven for intellectuals who came for fine coffee and fine conversation...
Growing up in the 60's, I camped, canoed and played basketball with my dad. I helped him (or tried to help him) roof the garage, insulate the attic and tile the kitchen floor. He gave me a bow-and-arrow set for my ninth birthday, and we went to the archery range together so I could practice. He read to all his children, checked our homework and expected us to do well in school. When Dad was at work, I played cowboys, baseball, basketball and climbed trees with the neighborhood children. I rode my bike to the swimming hole...