For eighty percent of the year, Charles Village is a wonderful place to live. Those painted ladies! That civic spirit! The street fair! But for at least two months every year, the charming neighborhood morphs into a disgusting place caked with — forgive me! — bird shit. Yes, it’s crow season in Charles Village once […]
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