Forecast: September


Though the Celts’ prized off-season acquisition, power forward Rasheed Wallace, turns 35 today, his advancing years haven’t slowed his infamous mouth. ‘Sheed led the league in technical fouls last year, with 19. While that mark is a far cry from the 2000–2001 season, when he was T’d up a record 41 times, it’s clear Wallace doesn’t fit the mold of the shut-up-and-do-your-job athlete that Boston has long revered. If his work ethic doesn’t compare to a longshoreman’s, then at least his vocabulary does: You might recall Wallace’s profane tirade concerning the officiating during Boston’s 2008 championship run—an outburst that unburdened the big man of $25,000.

Unlike their intimate Somerville Theatre show last March, expect U2 in full arena-rocking glory at Foxboro’s Gillette Stadium.


While it may be tough to get Bostonians to turn out for the “real” election in November, today’s vote to winnow down the candidates for city council could attract voters aiming to help make history. Enough levers pulled today will ensure a ballot spot for rising political star Ayanna Pressley, who is vying to be the first African-American woman to serve on the council.


Carmen “The Cheese Man” DiNunzio, the 51-year-old New England mafia underboss, is sentenced today on state and federal bribery and extortion charges. Under the plea agreement he struck with prosecutors, DiNunzio—whose nickname comes from his days peddling cheese in the North End—is scheduled to get a six-year term.

DiNunzio’s attempts to corrupt a state highway inspector in order to secure a $6 million Big Dig contract revealed him to be a particularly ham-handed operator (he boasted to the undercover FBI agent posing as the inspector, “I’m the Cheese Man…you ask anybody about me”). Indeed, he showed little of the meticulous care that managed to keep the likes of former New England mafia don Raymond Patriarca Sr. out of prison for most of his career.

The Cheese Man’s sentencing marks an inauspicious omega for the once-mighty Patriarca crime family, if not the Boston mob in general. The 400-pound crook with the schoolyard moniker struck a cartoonlike figure, and was publicly mocked by columnists Howie Carr and Kevin Cullen, the latter of which noted that DiNunzio was the “nicest, most courtly Mafioso you’ll ever meet”—a particularly unhelpful compliment for an executive in the intimidation business.

PELOTONS 09/26–09/27

The Boston Cycling Celebration turns Storrow Drive into a giant bike path, the procession no doubt led by the Lance Armstrong of mayors himself, Tom Menino.

The high points of this month’s cultural highlights

Aussie instrumentalists the DIRTY THREE have made a name for themselves mostly as stage-sharers (appearing with, among a large and lucky group, Nick Cave and Sonic Youth). So when they hit the Institute of Contemporary Art on 9/10 for a rare U.S. show, fans can finally see violinist Warren Ellis’s slow-burning virtuosity get the spotlight that it deserves.

FOOD When Rialto’s JODY ADAMS hosts fellow chef MICHELLE BERNSTEIN of Miami on 9/17—part of the James Beard Foundation’s Celebrity Chef Tour—lucky ticketholders would be wise to save room for the final course: Bernstein’s signature baked Alaska (pictured above), a pistachio cake accompanied by dulce de leche ice cream and passion fruit salsa.

BOOK NICK HORNBY visits the Coolidge Corner Theatre on 9/30 to read from his latest novel, Juliet, Naked. After plenty of books about music-loving dudes, here he introduces a wonderful counterpoint of sanity: a woman left puzzling over her boyfriend’s obsession with an obscure singer. “Why,” the head-scratching girlfriend wonders, “was he so convinced that a singer that nobody had ever paid much attention to was a genius to rival Dylan and Keats?”