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  • Down the Tubes

    Because you can only spend so much time reading Dan Brown novels on the beach
    Midsummer television has a terrific offering of new and returning shows about aliens, firefighters, crystal meth, and more to turn that beautiful brain of yours to Play-Doh and keep you thoroughly entertained.

    By DAVID EISENBERG

  • Summer fiction

    Hot type
    Summer is a good time to suspend some disbelief.

    By PHOENIX STAFF

  • The secret history of the claw machine

    Mark of the claw
    You can find them next to the Kiddie Room at Funspot in Laconia, NH; in the dark depths of the Dream Machine Arcade in the Walpole Mall; and 24 hours a day in the Boston Bowl Game Room.

    By ALEC ERNEST

  • Photographer: Mike Pecci

    Stylist: Nicole Fisher

    Props: David Lynch

    Assistant: Tony Fernandez

    Models: TJ Horn, Bert Meyer III, Kayla Harrity, Kimberly Ann Huerth, Anastasia Kry

    Living Images Developed by Mike Pecci

  • The Case of the Mysterious Treasure Map

    Choose Your Own Boston Adventure
    Weird, you think, squinting at the foreign object in your Froot Loops; you didn’t even know they put prizes in cereal boxes anymore. Looks like your day just got more interesting.

    By JAMES P. FITZPATRICK

  • The best of Boston's mobile cuisine

    Truck nuts
    Summer in Boston traditionally means exploring the city, getting sunburned, and ironically (but totally seriously) drinking Mike's Hard Lemonade. But now that meals-on-wheels mania has put the boot on our fair city, it also means chasing down every foo

    By DAVID EISENBERG

  • Our guide to the great outdoors

    Patios patois
    We picked five neighborhoods and visited two patios in each that highlighted the scene contrasts in those communities.  

    By CHRIS FARAONE

  • The must-see art of the summer

    Season of surreality
    Summer art in New England means driving up Route 1 in Maine with the car windows down, past the odd and amazing roadside metal giraffes and caterpillars, and discovering — as I did a few summers back — a nondescript house that turns out to be Fawcett's A

    By GREG COOK