Word: available
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 2000-2009
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...space will depend on Cambridge Savings Bank, which owns the location. Z Square, which opened in Cambridge in Oct. 2006, has no signs on its locked doors explaining its fate. According to neighboring restaurant workers, prospective customers have still been knocking on the locked doors, to no avail. Denise A. Jillson, executive director of the Harvard Square Business Association, said she was "sad about this turn of events" when she saw the restaurant had closed, but remained hopeful for the business to survive in Cambridge. "We're keeping our fingers crossed because the location's great and the restaurant spent...
...Brien said he has been “in and out” of the city solicitor and manager’s offices this past fall, seeking a “legitimate” business certificate, but to no avail...
...right.”O’Brien said he has been “in and out” of the city solicitor and manager’s offices this past fall, seeking a “legitimate” business certificate, but to no avail. In protest, O’Brien opened a second book stand in front of City Hall in December, hoping to publicize his plight. He handed out flyers stating, “I PUBLICLY ACCUSE THE CITY OF CAMBRIDGE OF CONSPIRING TO DEPRIVE ME OF MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS...
Thank you for John Cloud's insightful article on borderline personality disorder [Jan. 19]. My mother suffered terribly from this condition her entire life. She endured harsh side effects from countless medications that did not work, multiple hospitalizations and shock treatments--all to no avail. Her deep spirituality was the only thing that kept her fragile relationships intact and prevented her from committing suicide. I applaud Marsha Linehan's methods and wish they had been used in my mother's case. It's too late for her, but I pray that future generations will benefit from Linehan's techniques...
...disgusting things to mark their territory. Walk into Lamont on any given weekday, and you’re going to have a hard time finding a seat. You’ll scour the first floor, hope for an open carrel, but walk the length of the room to no avail. Then you see it, the mark of a Harvard hound: a North Face jacket draped casually over the back of the chair, open books, and a half-eaten bagel cluttering the desk. Yet, conspicuously missing from this scene is any evidence of human life. I understand the frustration of finding...