Boston-area bloggers have plenty to say about Mitt Romney's short ride on the T and other topics. Read on:
Romney on the T
He's no regular straphanger like Mike Dukakis. Steve Nadis of Cambridge writes on his Call Me Snake blog: ''There is, of course, a song (made famous by the Kingston Trio) about a man who took a ride on a Boston subway and never returned. The man in the song is called Charlie, but it would be OK with me if he was named Mitt."
A Democratic blogger who has been writing under the pseudonym Charley on the MTA for months now naturally riffs on the song -- and the governor being short a quarter when asked how much a T ride costs:
. . . Now all night long
Romney rides through the tunnels
Saying, "What will become of me?
How can I afford to see
My wife in Belmont
Instead of dealing with the cat lady?
Now his handlers go down
To the Park Street station
Every day at quarter past two
And through the open window
They hand Romney a canape
As the train comes rumblin' through. . . .
Sharon Machlis Gartenberg of Framingham writes on her Planning Livable Communities that she's all in favor of spiffing up Downtown Crossing, but that it needs to be directed toward making it a destination for the after-work crowd. Newbury Street works because it combines shopping with restaurants and cafes. ''I used to enjoy shopping at Filene's and Macy's in Downtown Crossing, but the last couple of times I visited, the stores just seemed depressing -- the only women's clothing store worth the trip was H&M. Some modernizing isn't a bad idea -- if it's done with improving the pedestrian ambience."
Great yuppie way?
John Keith, a blogging real-estate agent based in the South End, sees that the area near the Broadway T stop is going upscale and wonders if, like every other neighborhood in transition, it needs its own name.
The memory lingers
Bill Trippe reports on his A Thousand Furnished Rooms that a recent journey on an Amtrak ''regional" train from Stamford to Boston left a bit to be desired: ''The train was an hour-plus late and jammed with people. I finally found a seat, and quickly discovered why no one was sitting there. It was next to a bathroom that had a backed up toilet, and the smell was -- how to say this politely -- overwhelming. We limped through Connecticut, and some additional seats opened up elsewhere in the car, but by now the whole car and the neighboring car reeked."
Jay Levitt of Wellesley is moving to the South End, but not without some hassle. He writes on his Parapoetica that buying a building from two people who are no longer on speaking terms is no easy matter: ''Overall, it took four weeks of negotiating, pleading, and persuading for them to accept my offer at their revised asking price. Since they weren't speaking, I ended up having to mediate their internal negotiations, and my Realtor and I actually ended up carting the final contract around town in an all-day real-estate road show, waving the deposit checks at the sellers and showing them where to sign."
She smells Trouble
On her Commuterrant, Ellen McCullough dreams that the MBTA supplements its ''If you see something, say something" campaign with a new one: ''The new slogan is, 'If you smell something, say something,' and the promotion includes complimentary travel-size deodorant sticks on every bus and T car."