Click on the headline to link to a Boston Sunday Globe article, dated July 10, 2011 concerning the old time corner boy life in Boston, the time of the now media-saturated Whitey Bulger and his cohorts.
Markin comment:
I have spent much time in this space detailing my own corner boy experiences in North Adamsville, a town very close to Whitey Bulger's South Boston haunts, in the 1950s. This article explores that same world, just a generation before. More importantly, if you look closely at the picture accompanying this article that could have been a picture of Markin, his pal Billy Bradley and his other pal Frankie Riley growing up. Fortunately for Frankie and me (although it was a close thing)we followed the Tom Waits lyrics- "ain't got no time for corner boys down in the streets making all that noise." Billy (and my two brothers), unfortunately didn't listen so well.
This blog has been established to provide space for stories, comments, and reflections on old North Quincy, your thoughts or mine. And for all those who have bled Raider red. Most of the Markin tales have been re-written using fictious names to protect the innocent-and guilty. But these are North Quincy-based stories, no question. Markin is a pen name used by me in several blogs
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