Published in the July 14, 2016 edition.
By MARK SARDELLA
MARK SARDELLA
Things like the recent Independence Day celebration and the upcoming Festival Italia remind me that civic groups that actually do things are a lot more interesting (not to mention fun) than the ones that just air grievances and self-promote.
If it’s true that after July Fourth, the summer flies by, then why do I have the feeling that we’re in for a long, hot summer?
At least we have the Republican and Democratic National Conventions to look forward to.
Not to mention our own Special Election on July 19.
Speaking of summer, since the Olde Towne Team has managed to get to the All Star break still in contention, is there any way that Wright and Porcello can pitch every other day?
And speaking of the local nine, why don’t baseball teams have cheerleaders — or hockey teams, for that matter.
Not that Senator Lewis and Governor Baker care, but I’m willing to be a one-issue voter as long as they oppose marijuana legalization.
Call me old-fashioned, but I still think of cops as the good guys.
It looks like the long awaited undergrounding of the wires at the head of the Lake is underway so they can finally get rid of those big, ugly poles blocking the view of the Lake.
What big, ugly poles, you ask? Exactly.
I have never set foot on a golf course, unless Hago Harrington’s counts.
It’s amazing how well tomato plants do when you water them.
Who ever thought Lois Lane would outlive Superman?
A wise man once told me, “There’s tremendous power in not giving a damn — except he didn’t say “damn.”
I’m old enough to remember when there were only two genders.
Does anyone besides me even notice the second “Stop” sign heading north on Vernon Street at the intersection with Salem Street?
Any era when we didn’t need bomb-sniffing dogs at the Wakefield Fourth of July events counts as the Good Old Days in my book.
I hope Pokemon Go doesn’t become mandatory.
Can someone explain to me what a “price point” is and how it’s different from the “price?”
Marijuana legalization will be Question 4 on the Nov. 6 ballot. Apparently the number 420 was taken.
I won’t shop in any store or in any town that tells me I can’t have a plastic bag.
I hope the TV executive who discovered that attractive young women have an uncanny talent for predicting the weather got a well-deserved bonus.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s about a hundred kids with smart phones surrounding my house. Better go see what they want.
