By Elizabeth Bernardi
Their stage is the street - Putnam Road in Ten Hills tonight - where two dozen lawn chairs are spread out at dusk on a cloudy Monday, as speakers, microphones and cable are unloaded from a blue van. A small army of kids and teenagers scurries around, hooking up cables, talking amongst themselves. They’re the Somerville Sunsetters, dressed uniformly in khaki cargo shorts and black shirts adorned with the Sunsetters’ logo, a superhero-style “S” with a sun setting behind the top of the letter. It is nearly 7 p.m., and the show is about to go on.
A few members are missing, though, so the crowd waits just a few more minutes, listening to Oldies piped in over the speakers. Finally someone shouts out, “Everyone’s here! We can start!” A few stragglers in Sunsetters garb come running up the street’s steep hill, and when everyone has taken their places, spread across the street, the familiar peppy introduction to “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” begins to play.