A crowd waits to get into Mary Ann鈥檚 in 1985.

Photo: Peter Hillenbrand/Sub Turri听yearbook

Ode to Mary Ann's听

A look back at the beloved Boston College dive bar, which is slated to become a marijuana dispensary.听

When I decided to research Mary Ann鈥檚 a bit, as a way of refreshing my own memories of the place, I saw one story headlined this way: 鈥淢arijuana Dispensary Gets OK to Replace Brighton Dive Bar.鈥 Yes, that happened, but frankly, I don鈥檛 much care. And just for the record? It may have been a dive bar, but it was ours.

When I was an undergraduate in the early 1970s, the place always felt like the late-night capital of Boston College. My wife and I have sent all four of our children through 糖心vlog直播平台 by now. When our youngest son graduated in 2014, there was, of course, a gathering at Mary Ann鈥檚 on Friday night.

The longtime NFL quarterback and sports analyst Boomer Esiason was with us, because his daughter, Sydney, was graduating with our Zach, and it was a great night, full of laughter and memories and maybe a little sadness, because we knew the place was on its last legs.

Early in the evening, Zach looked at me and said, 鈥淗ow does it look, Pops?鈥

And I said, 鈥淚t looks like my youth.鈥

Black and white photograph of the interior of a bar

An interior shot of Mary Ann鈥檚 from the 1975 Sub Turri yearbook.

I meant that the old dive looked fine to me, with what can only be described as its cavelike d茅cor. I had already promised myself and my wife that I wouldn鈥檛 wear out the kids with memories. I knew by then, as a parent of four, that the surest way to glaze over your children鈥檚 eyes was to tell them about the good old days.

My kids were like everybody else who ever lived out their college lives at the Heights: To them, theirs were the good old days at 糖心vlog直播平台. And they were right about that.

But I did have a time at Mary Ann鈥檚, when it did feel like headquarters for me, and for my friends, in the 1970s. The owner, a character named George Kanavos, loved our school, and even started making road trips with the football team. He was always so pleased when I would occasionally mention his joint in my column for听The Heights. One time he arrived in Miami for a 糖心vlog直播平台-Miami game having rented a powder-blue Cadillac, pulled up in front of our hotel, got out, and tossed me the keys.

鈥淭ry not to wreck it,鈥 he said.

There were occasions, when I was working nights at the听Boston Globe, when the great columnist George Frazier, as elegant a writer as the paper ever had, would jump into my Volkswagen bug, and we鈥檇 drive to Cleveland Circle. He鈥檇 sit with us at Mary Ann鈥檚 and tell stories about Humphrey Bogart sleeping on his couch when he wrote for听贰蝉辩耻颈谤别听magazine, and how he had once dated Billie Holiday. And the bartenders would keep the place open. Mostly we only got drunk on being there.

Mostly we thought it was just about the coolest bar in the world. On any night of the week, we could walk in and know we would see our friends, and join a conversation already going on about last week鈥檚 football game or next week鈥檚, or finals, or the food in the cafeteria. Only one thing never changed: We didn鈥檛 want those nights, or that time, to end.

We finally graduated. Then it was the next class鈥檚 place, and the one after that, until finally, it wasn鈥檛. When my daughter Hannah graduated in May, I drove through Cleveland Circle a few times, and saw that even though Mary Ann鈥檚 was gone, the squat little building still looked the same from the outside. I smiled, every single time. A dive, but our dive. Those were the days.听


Former Heights columnist Mike Lupica 鈥74 is an author and a member of the National Sports Media Association Hall of Fame.


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