Just when Somerville Massachusetts was shedding its image as the thuggish cousin of the infamous Charlestown, we hear that a dozen women started a donnybrook in the Somerville Holiday Inn which erupted into a megabrawl involving more than 100 people.
Was the song by the Sugar Hill Gang or the Winter Hill Gang , I can never remember...
Believe me when I tell you that Mayor Curtatone must be feeling nothing but relief that the melee happened as far away from the part of town that matters as is geographically possible.
Indeed, Davis Square, the prized poodle of Fresh Pond was unscathed. Nary a Tufts art history major was made to take up arms to defend the threshold of Johnny D's nor protect the sanctity of Redbones.
The point is.........the point is that Somerville is a fantastic town.
Davis Square is what Harvard Square used to be. There is great international cuisine, and an incredible art and music scene and plenty of pseudo-intellectual pretense from bandana'd know-it-alls as well as bearded and tenured college professors.
And making our way downhill on Broadway we encounter a steady stream of local bars for Keno and vodka, great Mexican joints which serve something called "chicharron" - which I believe is pure pig fat, and even an international hotel where you can STILL have one-hundred combatants pound the tar out of each other for what I'm guessing is not a very noble reason.
And if that is not enough reason to get you to move to the "02144", think of this: Somerville was home to the great Archibald Query and you know what he invented...............
That's right. Fluff. Thank You, Somerville.