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Less decadent sounds and more dancing mingle at three chain-owned clubs--including Spit (10 Lansdowne St.)--all out by Fenway. The Paradise (967 Commonwealth Ave.) features consistent rock bands with ex-member of defunct The Jam, Bruce Foxton on July 11. The Metro (15 Landsdowne St.) has dancing, but disregard rumors that The Stanglers will be there this Thursday...
...with my older brothers. They all picked on me, and I always tattled on them to my father. They would hang me on the clothesline by my underpants. I was little, and they put me up there with clothespins. Or they'd pin me down on the ground and spit in my mouth. All brothers do that, don't they? I wasn't quiet at all. I remember always being told to shut up. Everywhere, at home, at school, I always got in trouble for talking out of turn in school. I got tape over my mouth...
...nickname, "Crash," and his, "Smash." He sent bowls of fruit to people in the marina with his card, which has JOHN "SMASH" THEURER printed on it. By that time, a lot of people were so upset they threw the fruit overboard. One morning, very early, he appeared on a spit of land across from the marina with a crew and some bulldozers and began tearing out mangroves, which are protected in Florida. The sheriff arrived and stopped...
...dawn one day not long after the sale, a heron flipped a fish at the end of the spit where the mangroves are still growing. A skiff headed out to sea, a Labrador standing in the bow. The mast of the Adams' boat was moving: they were up. "We'll probably go anchor out, all alone somewhere. That's nice. It's a different way of life," he says. The night before, everyone had gathered for the last party, an "End of an Era" cocktail hour. They gave Steve Coe $301 they collected as a thank-you present, and Bobbi...
...answer their questions and found joking about my presumed lunacy or incompetence the only possible response. Each was funny, in his own way. Unfortunately, the jokes fell flat on my cars; you see, I stutter. I answered slowly because that was the only speed at which I could spit out the words. This is not a call for sympathy. I rankly, I've been stuttering for a long time, and I'm used to it. Harvard students are not the only people who respond in this fashion. People are usually confused when confronted by my difficulty, as they would...