Steve Calechman
Should Actual Bostonians Ever Go to Cheers, Faneuil Hall, or Mike’s Pastry?
Welcome to “The Salty Cod,” a monthly column in which humorist Steve Calechman grapples with uniquely New England dilemmas. Yes, but they don’t, because these places are […]
What Should Boston’s Official Smell Be?
Welcome to “The Salty Cod,” a monthly column in which humorist Steve Calechman grapples with uniquely New England dilemmas. Dear Salty Cod: What should be Boston’s official […]
Confessions of a Former No-Earbuds-at-the-Gym Guy
I’ve been going to the gym for decades. I have to because, and I don’t say this much since it sounds like bragging, I have […]
Can I Get Mad If a Neighbor Throws Snow on My Lawn?
Welcome to “The Salty Cod,” the inaugural installment of a new monthly column in which humorist Steve Calechman grapples with uniquely New England dilemmas. First […]
A Grilled Cheese Mystery: My Search for a Simple Sandwich
I can’t deny that I’ve got major skills, all of which have zero marketability. I can identify a Springsteen song two seconds in. I can […]
Why I’m Ready to Break Up With Summer
I’m happy it’s about to be summer. Peaches are in season, and I can constantly wear shorts—a big win all around because, to be frank, […]
How to Be a Real New Englander? Complain.
I was born in Boston and grew up just outside of it. Save for four years in Wisconsin—loved it; wicked cold—I’ve been here all my […]
The Untenable Misery of Shoe Shopping for New England Weather
WHEN YOU GROW UP in Massachusetts, you grow up with weather. Sure, every place has it, but not like here. We got the best. It’s […]
Romance, Sex, and Street Parking
I’m 54, have two kids, a raggedly lawn, and just celebrated my 11th wedding anniversary, so of course, I have dating advice. But wait. Don’t […]