Act One - North End, Hanover St. near the Greenway. About ten 30-something adults with half a dozen young children standing about, many holding “John Connolly for Mayor” signs.
A man with a microphone approaches a woman.
Reporter: Good day, I’m with EB3 radio and I’m wondering if I could ask you a few questions?
Woman: Sure I’d love to.
R: Thank you. Can I ask you name?
W: Yes, I’m Courtney Emasculate Mayflower.
R. Thank you Courtney. Are these your children?
W. Yes. This is Chelsea, she’s 6 and in first grade. And these are the twins, Everett and Revere. They’re three. And that big guy over there is McCauley, he’s eight. But 56 in people years. Aren’t choo my widdle widdle doggie woggie.
R. Thank you. Can you tell me where you live and for how long.
W. Yes, We live in the North End. With been here for about ten years now. Dirckless, my husband, and I moved here while he was in grad school and I was working for Mellon. He’s from Boston. He grew up in Sudbury. And I’m from Chicago.
R. And may I ask why you’re supporting John Connolly?
W. Sure. I really like John’s position on education. He’s a former teacher and his career and campaign is built on education. He has children in the Boston Public Schools like I do. John understands the responsibilities of being a parent and education is the highest responsibility. The fact that he was a teacher says it all I think and he backs it up.
R. That’s great. How did you come to find out about John Connolly and what got you involved?
W. Yes. The woman over there. Mary Beth O’Hara Zamboni. I know her from Everett and Revere’s play group and she knew Connolly. She is originally from West Roxbury. Her husband works in City Hall and has something to do with building permits.
Hold on, I’ll ask her. “Hey M.B. where does A.J. work again? What? The what? The B.R.A.? Okay thanks.
Anyway through her I discovered this man, this god actually. John Connolly. A teacher. A parent. A prayer answered. He totally understands my needs. Me concerns. The city I want.
R. Fantastic. What do you make of the charges that John Connolly is not a teacher but a lawyer who has worked for two of the most powerful, high-end, and influential law firms in Boston. A lawyer that did little teaching prior to entering law school, has never received any teaching credentials or degrees, and was more of a volunteer with no significant responsibilities.
W. Well those are just rumors. A dime a dozen. All I can say is everything I see says he is a nice guy who treats us well, says the things I want to hear, is a parent like me, and he cares about education.
R. Thank you. One last thing, have you met many people through your campaign activities.
W. Oh yes. Having quite a time and getting to know so many people In the neighborhood I never knew existed. Why just yesterday I met my state councillor Ivan Michweeze or something like that. Yes, it’s great.
End Act One
The other day i mentioned the bookie in the Quencher Tavern. That brought to mind a memory from my early youth. Like kindergarten, first and second grade days.
There was store near by. It was a …. now that I think about it I don’t know what the hell kind of a store it was. It sold stuff. You could get pens, greeting cards, i dunno what else, and candy. In a case under the register at eye level.
So in we would go.
The old Jewish couple behind the counter would be there. Unless one was “up the house’ probably napping. As soon as you walked in you could tell they were annoyed by you being there. But see, back in those days adults didn’t pussify kids. So we were use to seeing annoyed faces on everyone who looked at us.
Anyway, all would be good as expected in the store as important decisions were made regrading the upcoming commercial transaction we would be making.
Until the phone rang.
The all hell broke lose. The old guy would hop off the stool and say “Get utta my store. Patooyee on y store. Go to the corner store. Their stuff is better. Patooyee on my store.”
The old lady would go to the phone but not answer unless she had to as the old guy pushed us out. And we’d yell the whole way.
So the guy was bookie. Who knew? Everyone but us actually. I mean fuck, we were six.
Now I’m sure he made a few bucks off the store and that figured into what he needed to survive and send his kid to law school (which he did – kid later got disbarred bte) but the store could be described as a front. Not a true front. The bookin supplemented the store and the store supplemented the bookin. I presume.
But it was a front. – Did I say “front”? Oh shit, that reminds me. I forgot about Act Two of North End Mom
Two weeks later. Same reporter in North End in front of bakery closed off with police tape. Federal agents with FBI windbreakers and darkened window cars all over the place.
Reporter I’m here in the North End in front of world famous Tony Baloney Meat Ball Pies and Waste Sanitation. Yes the bakery famous for its meatball pies, friendly sanitation service, and it’s notorious owner Tony Baloney, long time reported head of the Mortadella crime syndicate is now overrun with federal agents as search and arrest warrants were served upon the confectionary slash garbage truck office and its notorious owner.
There are many people gathered around, let me try and interview one. Mam, EB3 radio, may I ask you a few questions.
Woman Why sure. Hey, it’s you. You interviewed me last week about John Connolly. Remember?
R. Why yes I do. How funny is that? What do you think about Tony Baloney and what’s going on.
W. Well I always heard those rumors about Tony. But I never believed them. I mean his meat ball pies are awsome. His dumpsters are the cleanest int he city. And he is nice. He smiles at my kids when I go in there. There was absolutely no reason to believe anything accept what Tony told us about himself. He smiled at my kids, remember.
R. I understand. Makes sense.
W. Oh, by the way. Do you know anyone interested in a condo in the North End?
R. You’re moving?
W. Yes. Young Everett was just diagnosed with Restless Snort Syndrome. I an now a parent of a special needs child so we’re looking to move to a place with a school system better suited for his particular requirements. Besides I’m being told that by the time Chelsea, Everett, and Revere get to high school age the chances of getting into Boston Latin with astronomical with these immigrants and Asians getting nothing but A.
In fact we looking at a home in Westwood today. Of course we’ll probably end up in Sudbury. My friends say I should look at Weston. What do you think?
It’s too bad I’m leaving. I planned on voting for Ivan what’s his name, my state city councillor, next time.
Thank you, Thank you very much.
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