Boston Globe: Bringing Phoenix Home
Scott Strode feels he has something to answer for in Boston, an atonement for some mischief he brought on the city 20 years ago.
In the mid-1990s, he caroused on the streets of what was then known as The Combat Zone, bouncing off the sidewalks just as the neighborhood was trying to dust itself off and get rid of types like him. He worked in the Charlestown Navy Yards, lived above a bar, and became one of his landlord’s best customers.
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