I am dead to Boston Mayor Thomas M. Menino. The angel of death, whose voice bore a strong resemblance to the mayor’s press secretary Dot Joyce, descended on me one year ago to deliver the news — “The mayor will never speak to Larry Harmon again.’’ When someone close to the mayor starts referring to you in the third person, you know they aren’t kidding around.
I was rubbed out after writing a column criticizing Menino for misusing a City Hall-controlled nonprofit fund meant to beautify Boston. He had tapped it to buy charm bracelets for departing staffers. I couldn’t see how wrist bling for a few trusted aides helped to make Boston a more beautiful place. Still can’t.