For the late Tom McAvoy, Attleboro was, as he put it simply in a 2014 column, "home."
McAvoy had memories of every part of the city, many of which he recorded and shared in a column that ran for years in The Sun Chronicle.
Here is a compilation of his columns from 2009 up to his death in 2017 available for you to take a trip down memory lane.
We hesitate before writing in praise of one of our own. It is unquestionable, however, that Attleboro suffered a heavy loss Thursday when Tom …
Gen. Douglas MacArthur was a focal point in the history of the 20th century. His passing in April 1964 gave us pause to reflect on the life an…
This week I’d like to step away from the athletic scene to touch upon a story which took place in North Attleboro in 1965. The Clyde Beatty/Co…
Just a few weeks back we visited an Attleboro-Coyle contest from 1966 in a memoir submitted by old friend Johnny Thibeault which told of a rea…
Now, I’m not gonna try to sell you that old soap that “Aw, it seems like yesterday” or ”I don’t believe it — you look younger than you did in …
Johnny Thibeault was a year behind me throughout school so I never came to know him until Attleboro High School.
Tonight, old friend Rod Rovzar pulls up a place around the campfire to share some memories with us. If you attended high school in the mid-’60…
Good Old Donnie Langevin – I’ve known him for a good slice of my life; went through grammar school with him and I’ve known him ever since.
This is mostly confessional, partly high school adventure story. I talked to a few others who feel this way (Dino Denis is one, Billy Murphy, …
Nearly 80 years ago, a young man of about 5’9” was filling the newspapers of the Attleboro/Taunton area with tales of his basketball legerdema…
This week friends, we’re going to shine the spotlight on one of the good old East Side boys. I’ve known him all my life — he hails from a good…
Today we revisit the thoughts of Mike Walsh, Bishop Feehan 1966 grad. Mike had been talking about the dearth of women on the athletic scene, a…
(NOTE TO READERS: Last week this column began reminiscences of former North Attleboro athlete Ron Ouimet. They continue below.)
Many years ago when Jolly Cholly’s was a going concern, there were easily 1,000 kids roaming the lots on any given Friday and Saturday night. …
As I opened the door and glanced at the dark, rainy street, I quickly closed it again; they must cancel the parade, I figured. I went back ins…
I made a great contact this past week: Ron Gentili, only the greatest running back, combining size, speed, willingness to hit, explosiveness a…
When my phone stopped ringing as I fought my way through the urban underbrush to answer it, it was my old friend of 57 years, man about town T…
Well, little buckaroonies, today’s first entry in the sweet sports sweepstakes of Tuesday April 11, 2017 concerns itself with Little League ba…
Whenever Offisuh Hardt and I meet to talk about football days, like most people we tend towards the days we were growing up and playing.
In today’s corner I’d like to offer up a variety of basketball as it was played back in the ’60s. I certainly hope you like it, and you never …
In our close to 60 years of friendship, Dave Hardt and I have shared more adventures than can be numbered, but this one certainly ranks right …
Man, it can be one great day just laying back in the recliner, listening to the wind whistle outside and the steady rain beaten on the window …
The following is a result of a column put together by Linda Colman, Attleboro High School Class of '66 for The Attleboro Sun of those days.
Today, we mark the writing of Lou Rushlow in The Attleboro Sun from November 1964, just after the Attleboro-North Attleboro Thanksgiving footb…
Today, I'm going to juxtapose tribute to a former Attleboro Sun writer whose historical pieces have always impressed me, and also send a wave …
At some point last year, I believe I wrote about our first game against Masconomet, the Class D Massachusetts state football champs at their v…
Here are some offerings for some old-timers in the crowd - a compilation from January and February 1946, when the old Attleboro Sun touted the…
Today we continue to chronicle Bishop Feehan High School's undefeated 1966 season with this account from the Attleboro Sun.
Back many years ago, there was a popular feature in the Attleboro Sun which was called Along the White Way, which saw publication for quite a …
EDITOR'S NOTE: Thomas McAvoy returns today to explain why he's been absent in recent weeks.
It's hard to believe that October has fallen upon us once again. The days seem long, but the weeks fly by. Before we know it, we'll be shoveli…
In nearly 70 years of prowling the familiar streets of the old hometown, I suppose I've known thousands, if not tens of thousands of our fello…
This week affords me the opportunity to bring you some recollections of my lifelong pal, research assistant and Attleboro High School sports l…
Most of my schoolmates and friends considered the Attleboro YMCA our "home away from home" throughout our younger years in the late '50s and t…
Watching our daughter Margaret Erin packing off two of our granddaughters on the first day of school recently, I was relaxing in my lounge cha…
Occasionally, readers will write or approach me and pose the question that a disproportionate number of standout Attleboro High School athlete…
Nearly a year ago, old pal Dave Hardt and I were invited by the lovely Emily Johnson to film a short segment of the show, "Once Upon a Time in…
Today's recollection comes to us from the Attleboro Sun sports pages of late August 1965. I think most of us will recognize some of the famili…
Nice to be back after a week at Sturdy battling the toughest strain of gastrointestinal bug I've had the displeasure to encounter in my 68 years.
Recently my friend and assistant Dave Hardt and I were discussing what type of columns seemed to be the most popular, prompting a higher volum…
In the aftermath of his June 6 death, this space recounted a few of my memories of the legendary Cassius Clay/Muhammad Ali. Let me tell you ab…
This Tuesday, we're going to offer you a hodgepodge of accounts from various times in Attleboro Sun and Sun Chronicle publishing history. So, …
If I'm recalling the group correctly from an evening 52 years ago, on the night of Feb. 26, 1964, four good friends and football teammates fol…
Several recent columns have dealt with the comings and goings of influential figures in this community. In the columns to which I refer, they …
Loyal followers of this space will recall that the topic of the column a week ago was a recounting of the formidable field of qualified candid…
The following appeared in the pages of the Attleboro Sun in July 1960. The popular longtime coach Howard A. Tozier had submitted his retiremen…
Before "Closing thoughts" last Tuesday, I promised the inside story on the other contest mentioned in that 56-year-old Attleboro Sun clipping,…
Neil Cassidy struck out 17 of a possible 18 batters and hurled a two-hitter as the Yankees registered a tight 1-0 victory over the Senators in…
Well here we are once again for yet another Tuesday trot down Memory Lane, hopefully for your enjoyment. We will continue with the rest of the…
When walking down Pine Street as a boy, once in a while I'd hear an adult or one of the older guys remark, "Hey, there is the mayor of the Eas…
A pair of my oldest and best friends, Franny and Linda (Johnson) Barrett are always on the lookout for publications and items which they think…
On many occasions during his lengthy tenure with this newspaper, sportswriter Mark Farinella has written of the negative impact our New Englan…
It always provides a lift whenever one receives positive reinforcement, so the volume of feedback following the Bliss School memories column l…
Overheard in the somewhat cluttered study of 221 B Baker Street, London:
Today, I offer up memories from 1964, the year I entered Attleboro High School, the Beatles invaded America, the lanterns in the belfry of the…
Back in the early ’60s, Attleboro Sun sportswriter Lou Rushlow penned a column entitled “Sports Tales,” which dealt with issues and news in th…
Going through the archives, we came across this salute to excellence from the gridiron season of 1962; Jack Kennedy was still in Washington an…
Steve Mendes, Attleboro High’s workhorse fullback of 50 years ago who was prominently mentioned in last week’s column, has been a teammate, cl…
In the Friday, Sept. 23, 1966 edition of the Attleboro Sun, sportswriter Howie Davis previewed the Sun area high school football teams which w…
Those familiar with local history are probably aware that our city has lost two police officers in the line of duty. The first, Patrolman Edwa…
That feeling of reflection on my past life is back. Maybe it’s the holidays or my first holidays without Patti, or maybe it’s even facing my o…
Well, judging from the response to last week's column on the elementary school basketball tournament under the direction of the late J. Ray Co…
Readers of last week's column will recall that we were covering a piece from a late December 1965 Attleboro Sun, which printed the year's athl…
In October 1965, legendary Attleboro Sun reporter Frank Feeney wrote an account of the passing of one of Attleboro's more popular mayors, a gr…
When going through old editions of our local newspaper to research interesting items, there are times when my right-hand man research assistan…
It seems that whenever old teammates or fans of any sport get together, it doesn't take long for the discussion to turn to superlatives, wheth…
Lately, there is heated debate regarding pursuits previously frowned upon by the staid burghers of the ol' Bay State, the most recent focus be…
Regular readers of this column will recall that, in the course of following the murder case of early January 1927 at the New Bedford House of …
Regular readers of this space will recall that last Tuesday we began the grisly tale of a guard being murdered while on duty at the prison hea…
Prior to launching into this week’s tale from Attleboro’s history, I’d like to make readers aware of one of the most recent scams meant to sep…
My initial offering in this week's column is a reprint of a smorgasbord of sports news taken from the pages of an Attleboro Sun from late Nove…
I believe that even the most casual observers of the area athletic scene are at least aware of the fact that this area sponsored some of the m…
Faithful readers will recall that we ended last week's column with Nicholas Brathas getting to the United States largely through the contacts …
As young boys, my pals and I found our “stomping grounds” of Park, Emory, Holman, Falmouth, and Forest streets bordered by Pleasant Street and…
Back around the time we were 12-year-old imps enjoying Bob Coelho's sixth-grade classroom at Bliss School, I recall hearing quite a bit on the…
As mentioned in past columns, our passion for Attleboro High School athletics first began to bloom during the 1957-1958 period, and intensifie…
The residents of this city may take justifiable pride in the upgrades which have been made and are ongoing at the athletic fields complex at A…
To begin with, my apologies to all my readers for my absence from this page last week, but unfortunately circumstances made it unavoidable. Th…
On the street or in a watering hole, it's called a brawl. Within a boxing ring, it's politely called a match. On a hockey rink, it may be call…
On occasion, friends and I will be bending the elbow and chewing the fat, and the topic turns to strange, awkward and embarrassing situations …
Certainly, it may be said that if the youth of our generation had a single social community center, that would have been the YMCA on North Mai…
Just about the time my schoolmates and neighborhood pals were beginning to realize that Attleboro schools had organized athletics in the highe…
To the editor: His last name was Tanner - we called him Mr. Tanner as we were taught to respect our elders.
Habitues of our civic crown jewel, Capron Park, particularly lifelong residents can easily recount a long list of attractions, events, contest…
So my friends, my intention for today was to deviate from the Little League accounts of recent weeks. But sitting down at the old PC to bang t…
I really hope many of you enjoyed last week's reprise of Little League games from 57 years ago. Reading accounts from so long ago will often s…
As I mentioned last week, the columns which folks indicate they are most eager to see are the ones which chronicle past events or contests fea…
As I move about town conducting my business, I frequently engage in conversation with those people I see, some of them old friends and some fr…
From an article printed in the Attleboro Sun May 13, 1927:
This recent deep-freeze has most of us looking to "lock the vagrant winter out and lock our wandering in," as the beautiful Tom Rush lyric goe…
Well, gang, prior to the holidays I said that once we got them in the rearview mirror, we'd play catch-up on the condolences and get-well sent…
I can certainly sympathize with the imposing quandary facing our city's most capable director of recreation, Denny Walsh. Of course, I'm refer…
OK, OK, I know, I know. Any readers with a short term memory superior to my own (just about everybody) will recall that I said last Tuesday th…
Long before Letterman even stared into the unblinking redeye of a live TV camera, I was developing a personal repertoire of "Stupid Human Tric…
While I may readily concede that only the most hard-core local history buffs may find an AHS athletic awards ceremony in 1927 to be worthy of …
I thought today you may enjoy the names and events from various Sports Line/Up columns compiled by the late Attleboro Sun sportswriter Lou Rus…
Last week, I touched upon backroom maneuvering of the municipalities involved and the pomp and ceremony surrounding Col. Charles Lindbergh's a…
Those who saw this column last week learned of the back room negotiations among the cities of Providence, Warwick, Attleboro and the town of M…
I would like to open today by wishing one and all a solemn observance of Veterans Day. When you see one of our veterans, walk up and thank the…
Those with an interest in this area's early colonial history should find Suzanne Wither's entry to be of considerable interest. It comes from …
I doubted my eyes last week when I saw the Wednesday, Oct. 22 edition of the newspaper. The reason for doubting my senses was thankfully answe…
Some time ago, my longtime friend and classmate former city councilor Tony Vivieros lent me a hardbound notebook aptly entitled, "A little sam…
Following is a pair of brief entries which ran within the pages of Attleboro Suns 42 years apart. In a city with the size and atmosphere of go…
For a number of weeks now, we have been poring over the Attleboro Sun archives to bring you tales of the Roaring '20s, which was quite a livel…
When I saw this little gem from the pages of the Attleboro Sun of Aug., 24, 1927, (written by a mysterious scribe identified only as "Clyde") …
Most people are familiar with the results of the enactment of the 18th Amendment, commonly known as Prohibition, which began in 1920 and was n…
While some cynics are incurable, I believe even his harshest critics should concede that Mayor Kevin Dumas knocked one out of the park with ou…
In October 1968, Attleboro Sun reporter Janice Danesi told of a young man whom I was fortunate enough to know as a classmate, teammate, fellow…
Asked to sum up "Why I love Attleboro" in a single thought, it could only be this simple declaration: It is home.
As our city gears up for a birthday celebration and what promises to be a colossal parade, the thought struck me that 2014 has seen a number o…
I'm hoping that as summer winds down and our area is enjoying the recent glorious weather that you gracious readers may also enjoy several hum…
Last week's column featured the tragic story told in a banner headline of the Jan. 18, 1927 edition of the Attleboro Sun concerning an evening…
An innocent "sparring session" in late December 1926 resulted in an extremely tragic accident for a small band of local youths who were simply…
During my years at Attleboro High School, I knew a reserved and dignified science teacher by the name of Harry Cooper. Mr. Cooper and his fami…
After receiving a most complimentary message from an elderly gentleman from New Port Richey, Fla., who had grown-up in Attleboro long ago, I b…
Old pal Dave Witherell was best known around here for his commercial photography and his work appeared in the pages of this newspaper 35 to 50…
The following was compiled by longtime Attleboro Sun sportswriter Lou Rushlow in 1968, but omitted the Boston Garden appearances of the mid-'60s.
You may remember that last week's column recalled a piece authored by the late Frank Feeney in 1968, by coincidence also the year of my gradua…
It could certainly be said that one of Attleboro's more well-known and prominent families of the previous century would be the Spatcher family…
Today I’d like to share several human interest stories which date back about 46 years. Both involve well-known Attleboro families or persons.
Ran into a couple of buddies outside Cumberland Farms, and the two of them alternated between anger and incredulity over current prices, in th…
Our last two columns, being dedicated as they were to Memorial Day, were focused on two Attleboro servicemen who lost their lives in that conf…
When we were 10-year-old Attleboro schoolboys, Mike Walsh, Dave Hardt, Frankie Marcoccio and myself were introduced to Frankie's Uncle Bill, a…
In observance of Memorial Day, this column will, for the next few weeks be devoted to the stories of local servicemen and accounts of their ex…
It occurs to me that although I often allude to my lifelong friend Dave Hardt in these columns, there may very well be many readers unfamiliar…
We were flipping through some old Attleboro Suns from that bygone summer of 1967, and from the paper of Saturday, June 24, we spied a little f…
Back in that fantastic summer of 1960 (they're all fantastic when you're 12), my pals and I were eagerly awaiting the opening kickoff of the A…
When my extremely capable hawk-eyed research assistant Dave Hardt came through my door with about a dozen printouts of articles taken from old…
In the unfortunately brief time available to me to get to know the man and the educator that was James B. Miles, to say I was favorably impres…
As a young boy, I enjoyed looking through the publications from high school which my mother, Margaret (O'Brien) McAvoy, Attleboro High School …
Flashback : Written in my journal 10 years ago.
I would like to depart from the customary format in order to share the highlights of the recent West Coast trip from which my wife Patti and I…
Today I have another offering from the Attleboro High "Blue Owl" publication of June 1928.
Coley O’Brien McAvoy, the younger of our two sons, has lived in California since his graduation from Attleboro High more than 20 years ago. No…
I was very pleasantly surprised to receive a piece of correspondence in response to last Tuesday's clippings from Jimmy Mingo's 55-year-old sc…
It was gratifying to receive the expressions of positive feedback concerning the columns regarding the local businesses of a half-century past…
This column will mark our final swing down the list of yesteryear's advertisers in the 1964 Attleboro Policemen's Ball held at the King Philip…
Two weeks ago, we ran names and miscellany from the program of the Attleboro Police Department's 46th annual Policeman's Ball, held at the Kin…
This selection is from the pages of the Attleboro High School "Blue Owl" publication from February 1928, and comes from the collection of the …
My old schoolmate and lifelong friend Dave Hardt, who has seen frequent mention in this space over the years, recently appeared at our front d…
As I was growing to my adulthood in Attleboro, as you may expect from the frequent topics of my columns, I participated in a good number of at…
I believe that recently I made mention of the fact that I had received a most welcome phone call from an old friend and classmate of mine at A…
On July 1, 1962, an account ran in the old Attleboro Sun detailing the outcome of a field day which was held at the Attleboro YMCA's Camp Finb…
There are occasions when I like to go through the old entertainment pages of the Attleboro Sun or Sun Chronicle. People seem to enjoy recallin…
I was so impressed by the gamesmanship, sportsmanship and simple good, hard, fair play I saw Saturday at the MIAA Division I South championshi…
The banner headline of the Monday, Oct. 14, 1961 Attleboro Sun tells the tale of a poor Foxboro girl that found herself in "a bit of a sticky …
Journeys through Attleboro's days of yesteryear sometimes include an account of "a mission of mercy." Below is one example from the Attleboro …
Today's entry concerns itself with some of the back room minutia which occurred that made it possible to enjoy the beauty of the Capron Park w…
For today's column entry we revisit the front page of our predecessor paper, The Attleboro Sun, on Tuesday, Dec. 9, 1965, the day after there …
In the column which appeared on Sept. 10, we recounted the first of a series of three Little League All-Star games played between Attleboro an…
Last week I told you about "The Cosmic Joker," known to ancient Norse mythology as their god Loki. The legendary Stan Lee of Marvel comics co-…
Some ancient theologies recognize an entity or cosmic elemental commonly known as "The Cosmic Jokester," a mischievous spirit whose sense of h…
Returning to yet another entry in the "Local Heritage" series, this one is from mid-summer 1985. Previous selections from the collection, one …
Well, friends today's entry comes from a late August edition of an Attleboro Sun from 1952. It is an account of a home-and-away series of Litt…
Attleboro is a little sadder today. We find ourselves minus three popular and notable citizens with the passing of retired Judge Edward Casey,…
Back in July of 1985, the Sun Chronicle was running an interesting feature entitled "Bristol County Heritage," marking the county's 300th anni…
During the year I turned 8, my father image, role model, occasional caregiver and full-time pal, my grandfather, was taken away by a heart att…
In 1955, our small family moved to 12 1/2 Emory Street, which was between Pleasant and Morey streets and behind the London's department store …
As many of you know, prior to my recent retirement I worked 33 years for the City of Attleboro Water Department.
As we have seen from recent columns centering around 1963 (50 years ago) the city was dealing with some hefty capital expenditures on the educ…
This year marks the 50th anniversary of an event which shook our nation to its very foundations, registering a societal, cultural and theologi…
Having covered the area high school football forecasts for 1963 for Attleboro High School and North Attleboro High School over the past two we…
Perish the thought that we don't grant equal attention "around the 'Boros"; so, without further ado, having run Attleboro Sun sportswriter Pau…
Today I bring you this account by former Attleboro Sun sportswriter Paul Calderone on preseason prospects for the 1963 Attleboro High gridders…
Back in those halcyon days before video games took over the minds and free time of the vast percentage of young folks, a sport called baseball…
While recently researching the extensive archives compiled by library directors Joan Pilkington-Smyth and the venerable Walter Stitt before he…
Anytime our somewhat pedestrian lives are favored by a brush with celebrity, the ensuing improvised exchange is not at all what we may have ho…
Today the focus falls upon another American Legion Baseball game, this from an early July week in 1962 as covered in the pages of The Attlebor…
Recently we've been reviewing news and sports items from particular sections of the city from years past; the East Side, South Attleboro, Feat…
Throughout the years, this area has been able to boast of some superior quality athleticism on display at every level.
Within several days of this column's appearance, after 33 years service to the city and people of Attleboro operating the Russell F. Tennant W…
There are few sayings which hold true like "truth is stranger than fiction." A case in point, the story of My Buddy the Easter Bunny.
Last week, we listed a number of businesses from bygone days (in this case, 1964, when they advertised in the program for the 46th annual Attl…
I have sat beneath the roof of that great old Hayward Field grandstand and seen some exciting and memorable baseball; the heroics of '55 AHS g…
Throughout most of the '50s and first half of the '60s, the Olde Towne team, our Boston Red Sox, played some pretty deplorable baseball. Not u…
Regular readers of this column know that over the past 33 years I have been employed by the City of Attleboro Water Department as a state-cert…
A great many of us who were raised in this area recall the "North Hop" with fondness - the place to "see and be seen" on the Friday nights of …
In the course of researching old issues of this paper's predecessor, the Attleboro Sun, I came across the following from the copy from the May…
Last Tuesday we recalled a partial list of the boys and girls who won races and field events in July 4 festivities in South Attleboro in 1970.…
Today's topic remains in the realm of local sports, but of much more recent vintage than the offerings of Lou Rushlow's scrapbook from the Att…
The following is another offering from Lou Rushlow's sports scrapbook of the 1930s, which has proven popular with some of Attleboro's more sen…
After putting together my last column from the late Lou Rushlow's sports scrapbook from the 1930s, it occurred to me that I'm going to have to…
Well, one of my recurring character flaws reared its ugly head for yet another year - once again I managed to avoid my Christmas shopping unti…
This column is being written within days of the totally horrific events in Newtown, Conn. and the diabolical and senseless crimes of that Frid…
Although the winter of 2012/2013 is only just now beginning to gear up, the fickle "weather gods" have thus far spared the Attleboro area of a…
With Thanksgiving still looming large in the rear view mirror, a chance comment I heard the other day concerning the cooking time for frozen t…
Those of us who spent time at Blackburn's Spa as youngsters quickly came to understand that Bud and Smitty entertained a nucleus of regular cu…
Standing alongside Government Center, gazing across Pine Street to the bittersweet sight of that fenced-in hole in the ground spawns 1,000 old…
My intentions had been to follow last week's memories of Bill McGee's/Bud Blackburn's little corner spot on the eastern side of Pine and Park …
You know, in a number of ways it was very much like sitting vigil at the deathbed of an old and dear friend...
Following is a bit of nostalgia on the building of a new high school for the City of Attleboro from a night in July 1962.
It's difficult, if not impossible, to convey to young people today just what an incredibly heady, exhilarating and exciting time that small wi…
If I am recalling this correctly, when I was 6 years old in 1954 a first-grader at the former Bliss School, my mother signed me up for a membe…
Today, I'd like to take you back to a day in 1962 when three of the city's more prominent personages joined forces to perform some very delica…
No school on the AHS schedule tops the rabid rivalry of the Thanksgiving game with North. That has been the case for many years. I feel it was…
I remember that Nov. 4, 1961 was a beautiful fall Saturday when my pals and I hiked up to Hayward field for the much anticipated, much ballyho…
Prior to kicking off the account of Attleboro High's sixth game in what is shaping up to possibly be an unbeaten 1961 season, we're going to p…
Regular followers of this column know that we have been following a game by game recounting of the stellar football season put together by the…
Attleboro High School gained its fourth win in his many starts with an impressive 24-12 win over previously undefeated, once tied Coyle High S…
Moving right along in Attleboro's march through it's great 1961 football season, we once again consult the archival pages of the Attleboro Sun…
As we move along in the 1961 Attleboro High School gridiron schedule, their next game up was against the always difficult Taunton High Tigers.…
In the 1961 football season, Attleboro High's homecoming game was also the first game of the year, and as we indicated in last week's column, …
Mike Maguire is a postman in Attleboro. He was kind enough to contact me to tell me of a 69-year-old man on his mail route who is, sadly endur…
I thought that today I'd relate a lighthearted anecdote from the Jewelry City's days of yore. It first happened one bright summer day in 1962,…
This week I'd like to try something new and dispense with the usual format. A few people I've spoken with recently suggested that I come up wi…
A week ago I said that today’s column would contain a nugget mined from Newt Woodworth’s treasure trove of memorabilia and paraphernalia which…
While I certainly don’t know if it qualifies as a full-fledged paranormal event, this past week I had one of those experiences which makes the…
Reading the many memories of Fenway Park in the pages of The Sun Chronicle awakened my own memories of journeys taken to that "lyrical little …
As we draw near the close of our trip along the touchstones of history in the lives of the baby boomer generation, it calls to mind the illuso…
Here we are for our weekly get together, and this one is noteworthy because it's that day of the year when every guy honors his best gal, and …
Now that the Boston Red Sox equipment vans have safely arrived in Florida, and members of the Old Towne Team are wandering in from their offse…
Among the advantages of writing this brief day-trip into reverie every week is the fact that any questions I may have that are asked in this s…
While the Christmas glow is still upon us I thought I would touch upon a few memories from some Christmas seasons of 50 years ago.
As I was relating last week, 1959 saw my pals and I in the middle of that woefully brief golden period of boyhood between being allowed to cro…
We're back from a restful week and a half in Dennis, like all vacations, great but too brief.
If you read this column last week, you will know we were just dipping our toe into the waters of the Attleboro Little League baseball season o…
Over the 23 months I've been writing this column, I've had frequent requests to mine the nugget of memories to be found within the rich vein o…
OK, time travelers, now that our bellies are full with Billy Donahue's fries and Coca-Cola, let's hop off the baggage cart at the northbound d…
With the demolition of Automatic Machine in Attleboro, another chapter closes, but it makes for a good time to resume our Wednesday night sojo…
Well, that shiny blue go-kart at Fox's was a little pricey for my budget just as I feared. I did a little better at Blackburn's. In the box of…
Last week I slightly touched upon the "old times" of those Wednesday nights in the merchandising center of Attleboro's downtown. Those were th…
About the time I was in 1st or 2nd grade at the old Bliss School (1955), we moved one street over and one block up from 43 Holman St. to 12 1/…
As a general rule, I don't see skaters on area ponds anymore.
Before getting down to the normal course of business in this column, I feel it incumbent upon me to express gratitude to all of you who have h…
ATTLEBORO - Jeff Thomas shattered his own school record in the 100 butterfly, while junior Isaac Bourque and freshman Chad Schreiber came thro…
Last week I touched upon bygone winter days and nights of skating on the old duck pond at Capron Park. Some guys I know stole their first kiss…
In this column last year, I related the haunting Christmas Eve of 1950 or 1951 when I witnessed an intruder in the kitchen of my home; his ide…
My column two weeks ago on synchronicity sparked some curiosity about the subject. A fair number of readers e-mailed me, or engaged me in conv…
On Friday I was fortunate enough to take advantage of an invitation to tour the recently constructed Visiting Nurses Association building. Wha…
In the year 2001 the date of Sept. 11 had been circled on the bedroom calendar since early August.
No, not as bizarre as what happened to me.
May we wish a very happy if belated Mother's Day to all those gracious ladies out there past and present…Judging by the response to the last c…