I don’t know what his name is but he’s been doing his radio gig for decades now from his perch on a stone wall in Boston Common. He “broadcasts” the news at the top of his lungs as people, hurring to work, stream by. Today it was “It’s gonna rain hard at noon…the Bruins won in overtime 2 to 1 and the Celtics lost to…
The Park Street Church’s steeple from our window seems like a beacon of light attached to an island of calm. While I’m not a church goer myself I think in these troubled times, this nation desperately needs healing and organized religion has a real role to play.
It’s time for a rest. A quiet break from the frantic acrimony that grips our nation. Maybe for a while we can just sit and watch the water flow slowly by. There is a natural world that needs our love. Let’s give some time to caring for it.
For those of you who are not aware of the self-aware brick clad, gentile antiquity of our area, I offer the pose of this gentleman.
With the increasing social discord in this country it can’t be easy for a black guard in a wildly upscale shopping center where the affluence level of, mostly white, shoppers is off the charts.
This week promises to be very hot and muggy. For kids, and adults too, there’s a place in the Harvard campus area that provides the perfect escape. It’s a cute little fountain setup that consists of a bunch of boulders and lots of short little fountains spraying a cooling mist over the area. It’s the perfect spot to take your hot cranky kid(s).
There’s a little convenience store a very short distance from where we live. Right across the street from the Massachusetts State House in fact. Coming back home today I passed this guy shoveling a whole bunch of shattered glass into buckets so he could cart it away. See the holes in the widow above him? Hard to know what caused them but one things…