our cinematic hero's dramatic moment of disturbing insight

(The B-Side Lounge, Hampshire St. at Windsor, Cambridge, MA)

two viciously deflated in holiday slaying!

(Hampshire St., Cambridge, MA)

happy hour: the prequel

(The B-Side, Hampshire St. at Windsor, Cambridge, MA)

silent sentries of newtowne

(Hampshire St., Cambridge, MA)

conjugates of "to drink"

(The B-Side, Hampshire St., Cambridge, MA)

yup

(Hampshire St., Cambridge, MA)

a bad turn for marmaduke

(Hampshire St., Cambridge, MA)

the joke

(The B-Side, Windsor at Hampshire Street, Cambridge, MA)

stray seeks mate

(Prospect St. and Hampshire, Cambridge, MA)

for the uninitiated, this is "snow"

So maybe Somerville didn't get 27 inches like NYC did. We don't go in for all that showiness. No time for it. And we don't have tourists to impress. Don't have tourists, actually. Unless they missed a turn trying to find someplace in Cambridge, which is always a possibility.