Snow Peas

I brought in the first snow peas to feed to the ravening boarders. The youngest loves snow peas though he insists on dissecting them first. He removes the tiny immature peas to eat then tears into the crunchy flesh. Watching him unsettles me a bit. He clearly...

Between the Lines: Casino Thrills and Shills

Steve Abdow regards the push to build casinos in Massachusetts as a giant step in the wrong direction, a retrograde movement that swears at the state’s proud history. “This is Massachusetts!” Abdow said, the tone of his voice three parts incredulity,...
Too Easy to Be True?

Too Easy to Be True?

The grandstand at Mackenzie Stadium slopes down the hillside from the parking lot at Holyoke High School to the foul line on the first base side. There the field’s green grass stretches serenely to the outfield fence along Beech Street. From the stands, the line...

Take Me Out to the Ba?Oh, God, They Have Snacks!

6:59 p.m. By the time I make it to the bleachers, it’s the end of the second inning. The Valley Blue Sox versus the North Adams Guys Wearing Black Shirts. I’ve decided to catch a college summer league baseball game as an excuse to get out of the house on a...
No Crying Over Spilled Milk

No Crying Over Spilled Milk

It was not yet 10 o’clock on a recent morning, and Paul Kokoski was already about six hours into his work day. Kokoski oversees production at Mapleline Farm, the Hadley dairy farm run by his family. On Mondays and Thursdays, that means processing and bottling...