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The owner of Harvard Book Store, an independent shop on the corner of Mass. Ave. and Plympton Street said this week that he planned to sell the shop that has been owned by his family since 1932.

The owner of the Harvard Book Store, a landmark that has been in the same family for 76 years, has put the store up for sale.

Come this summer, there will be six ice cream or frozen yogurt stores within walking distance of the Yard, but only one of them will boast four walls of grass.

Behind the concrete barriers and relocated traffic of Brattle Street, pedestrians may have noticed a cry for help posted above the green-striped awning of Cardullo’s Gourmet Shoppe: “CITY OF CAMBRIDGE IS NOT PAYING OUR BILLS DURING CONSTRUCTION PLEASE HELP.”

Although Cambridge’s proposal to provide free citywide wireless Internet service—which was originally slated to be completed in 2006—has been delayed for two years, the city is still working with various organizations to create a municipal wireless network.

Joan Baez was doing what she always does at a concert, something as inane as tuning her guitar as the audience piped down. Except last night it felt particularly poignant, even nostalgic.

When James Shearer arrived at the Harvard Square Homeless Shelter, he was without a job and living on the streets. But while living at the shelter, Shearer cofounded Spare Change News—one of the nation’s first street newspapers dedicated to benefit the homeless—and now 16 years later, he is president of the Homeless Empowerment Project.

All proceeds from the award-winning documentary, The Story of Fenist, about master Russian puppeteer Igor Fokin, are being donated by filmmaker Yelena Demikovsky to benefit his widow and three children. Fokin came to America in 1994 and performed for two years in Harvard Square, drawing audiences from all over the country, until he died of a heart attack at 36. The film has screened in numerous film festivals and is available on DVD.

BOSTON is a city of ghosts, but on the coldest of days, don’t expect them to come to you. Instead, visit Forest Hills Cemetery, a rambling Victorian-era burial ground about four miles from downtown and a splendidly quiet place to roam.

Al Kooper, decked out in dark shades, was joking, but there was a hint of truth in his teasing.  The show could run until midnight, he said, “but they are selling Depends in the lobby.”