This photograph is posted as my small contribution to the celebration of “Woman’s Day” today. It’s almost inconceivable in today’s time that women still suffer gender discrimination.
By pure chance, yesterday my wife and I watched a gripping WW II documentary about the siege of Stalingrad. It showed many many women fighting alongside the regular Russian army troops in the most brutal conditions imaginable. I doubt I will ever see a better example of the equality of the sexes.
At 1246 Massachusetts Avenue, right next to the Harvard Book Store, is Mr. Bartley’s Burger Cottage. A perennial recipient of “Best of Boston” awards from The Boston Globe, The Improper Bostonian, and Boston Magazine, the food has been praised by The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, Esquire, and The Food Network. The laundry list of celebrity customers and fans includes Johnny Cash, Jaqueline Onasis, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Bill Belichick, Al Pacino, Adam Sandler and Katie Couric.
Leaving all the hype aside, here’s my extremely short review. First, the burgers are very good, slightly too big but made with great ingredients and cooked very well. Second, the onion rings are excellent. Third, the frappes/milkshakes are very, very, VERY good. Fourth, the decor is a kind of intellectual grunge.
Mrs. Bartley is a real professional and very nice too.
Drop by if you’re in the area. It’s worth the stop.
As physical places we take these junctures completely for granted. They’re everywhere. We think nothing of them. Yet, what about mental intersections? Our “should I” “shouldn’t I” moments. I’m not sure we pay these nearly enough attention.
Standing at the door of death isn’t pleasant. It’s filled with pain, regret and an uneasy feeling you’d rather not be there. Everyone on this small rock we humans call home will die. It’s a given…but, all things being equal I’d rather sit by the water and look at birds.