Pi Alley, Or: Return To The Scene Of The Crime

Lots of people were interested in my little diatribe about the Boston City Hall from last Friday. There were fewer defenders of the eyesore than the population of Larry Craig’s bathroom stall, but somebody must like it – it’s still standing. If someone trees one of the rascals let me know, and I’ll heat the tar.

Let’s not dwell on the bad and the ugly. Let’s look again at the good; the old Boston City Hall. Speaking of rascals, my mind wanders back, and wonders at how marvelous it would have been to stand before the lion’s head doors for a moment, and then go in and see former Mayor James Michael Curley in there. Ah, the politicians have gotten smaller, too. (click to embiggen the pictures)

Look at the Postmodern Bridge of Sighs rammed into the back of the building; tell the children to avert their eyes –it’s architectural sexual assault. Ah, yes. The bag man for the mayor always drove a Caddy, and always parked wherever they wanted to on Pi Alley