These twisted, shattered remnants of a building are all that remains of the Boston Herald property in Boston's South End. We can write it all down to the forces of progress.
I find it entirely fitting that Whitey Bulger is being brought to trial after such a long wait. The most severe punishment that the people of Boston can inflict on him is to bring him back to a city that is so utterly different than the one he knew. The ancient men brought to the witness stand are just as powerless and irrelevant as he is. They have some stories--some good, more bad--and they are stories of a city and a culture that moved on and faded. I never knew the old Boston, and the stories of read about it (All Souls, The Friends of Eddie Coyle) are accurate because they are fictional. I don't have an ounce of nostalgia for the misery that was Southie, and busing, and the barren streets of downtown before the reign of Menino.
The Boston Herald and Whitey Bulger are going down together and it is a fitting end. Bring on the dancers and the clowns, the sharp suits, the cheese shops, the wine tastings, the hipsters pushing baby carriages over the crack sidewalks where the Irish Mob once ruled.
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