Tuesday, March 18, 2014

First post in...forever

Besides sex offenders, I say that we should deny lottery winnings to:

- Murderers

- Rapists

- Anyone who has ever been convicted of any violent crime

- Anyone who has ever been convicted of a drug offense (in fact, make winners take a piss test in order to get the money)

- Anyone who has ever been convicted of a DUI or public intoxication (same as above, make passing a breathalyzer mandatory)

- Anyone who has ever been convicted of anything

- Anyone who has ever stood trial or been brought in front of a grand jury

- Anyone who has ever been arrested, pulled over, or otherwise detained by law enforcement

- Anyone who just looks suspicious

- Illegal immigrants

- Legal immigrants

- Anyone whose family has been here for less than three generations

- Anyone who speaks anything other than English

- ...and when I say English, I mean PROPER English, no slang or weird regional dialects

- In fact, make winners have to pass a college-level English exam before getting the money

- Actually, make that a full I.Q. test

- Anyone that I don't personally approve of

- Anyone that isn't me

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

B.I.C.: West Boylston Street

So the city repaved West Boylston Street a couple of weeks ago--wait, I should clarify: they re-paved MOST of West Boylston Street, leaving anywhere from about a foot to a few feet between the street and the curbs unpaved.

I figured they'd be coming back and paving out to the curbs sometime afterwards, but so far there's been no activity whatsoever. It's been morbidly entertaining to see people practically bottoming out their cars if they have to turn onto a side street or into the parking lots of one of the various businesses on West Boylston Street.

What the hell, City of Worcester? What's the thinking, here? "Eh, after a few years of heavy use, everything'll even out eventually!"

 This is certainly one of the biggest and most involved "Bump Installations" I've seen in quite some time. I can only imagine what Jeff would have had to say about it.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Something tells me she's CRAY-ZEE...

Of all the kind words written after Jeff's passing by the Worcester press and especially by the members of the local blogosphere, I was perhaps most pleased with the lack of any "contribution" by InCity Times publisher and ranter-in-chief Rosalie Tirella.  I figured she was busy with one of her typical projects: using to ICT website to liveblog the saga of her deadbeat neighbor allegedly trying to steal her boyfriend by flashing him, cut-n-pasting press releases from groups like PETA for publication in her newspaper, yelling at passing clouds, etc. 

Unfortunately, she decided to weigh in on the continuation of Jeff's Worcester Blogroll project by Nicole Apostola and Mike Benedetti yesterday with one of her patented grammatically atrocious screeds, the lowlight of which was her attempting to assess my mother's mental state due to her having committed the terrible sin of doing something nice for people Rosalie doesn't like.  Since my mother shouldn't have to lower herself by responding to this garbage, I thought I'd take one for the team and send Rosalie a message:


I'm Jeff Barnard's stepson, and I only just became aware of your recent posting on the InCity Times site.  I wanted to try and clear up a few points for you:

- The Worcester Blogroll that was taken over by Mike and Nicole is an entirely separate entity from Jeff's blog, WormtownTaxi, which will be staying up "as is" for the foreseeable future.

- As Jeff's illness progressed the Blogroll was essentially mothballed, much to his dismay; by its nature, it requires constant updating, which he simply did not feel up to doing.

- My mother freely offered to turn the Blogroll over to Mike and Nicole after I passed along a message inquiring as to its status, as she had no interest in maintaining the site.

- No money was ever spent on or made from the Blogroll; it is simply a collection of links to local content on a Blogger site, which costs nothing to set up.

Finally, I'd like to take issue with the general tone of your post and especially with the title/headline, which I found to be particularly crass; regardless of your feelings towards Mike and Nicole and any previous dealings you've had with them, my mother has been through quite a lot in the past few months and does not deserve to have someone making assumptions in print (digital or otherwise) about her feelings, motivations, state of mind, etc.  If you ever feel the need to write anything else about my family, please feel free to contact me as opposed to simply making things up and misspelling everyone's names.

Since Rosalie seems to enjoy embarrassing herself in public, I assume any response will also end up being posted on the ICT site; if not, I’ll be sure to follow up here.

Friday, December 03, 2010

Jeff Memorial

Thanks to everyone who came to the memorial last night. This is a picture of a table full of Jeff memorabilia, including the key to the city that he received from Mayor O'Brien last month, as well as the cellphone that he used to take most of the pictures on Wormtown Taxi.

Sunday, November 28, 2010


When my mother met and married Jeff, I was just entering that Dumb Surly Teenager phase that everyone goes through at one time or another.  My own father having been more-or-less absent throughout my childhood, Jeff became my first consistently present male authority figure at a time when hormones and an overdeveloped sense of self-importance were driving me to rebel against authority in general and parental figures in particular.  As difficult as it can be to become part of a pre-existing family unit, I think Jeff managed it as well as anyone could have done.

Jeff had a passion for knowledge, an acute awareness of the world around him in matters both local and global, and a healthy skepticism of anyone who claimed to have all the answers.  All these things--along with his disarming humor and inimitable writing style--made him a fixture in the Worcester blogging scene.  It was heartening to see so many of his fellow local writers rally around him during his illness, and I know it meant a lot to him as well.

I am happy that he and my mother found each other and had so many wonderful years together, and I was especially proud that he considered me his son.  I will miss him more than I can say.