In your hometown, you can’t even go to the grocery store without running into someone who knows your mom. But on spring break? You’re just another face in the crowd of frat bros, beach bums and vacationers who will never cross your path again. What happens on the beach stays on the beach — or so they tell themselves.
There’s this guy who is a stranger, but maybe less of a stranger than strangers usually are. He is an acquaintance. A friend of a friend, if you will. And maybe that is closer than stranger territory, but the fact that I don’t know him very well counts for something.
Their black sunglasses couldn’t hide Coco and Clair Clair’s excitement as they were smiling from ear to ear when they played at The Sinclair in Cambridge last night.
While I was fast asleep, my phone buzzed. What would have fluttered my 15-year-old self’s heart was unamusing to my 19-year-old self. It was a Facebook message from a boy. It was 1:17 a.m. on a Thursday,...
