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The Angel Among Us

There was some kind of happy festival on Boston Common today. I should (but don’t) know what it was about. Lots of people with lots of kids. Maybe some sort of pre-mother’s day celebration? Whatever it was in aid of, the red-headed angel stole the show.

Misty Morning

Our place here on Beacon Hill is near the top, which means to go almost anywhere we’ve got to walk downhill to get there. The usual route is down Beacon Street to Charles Street. The buildings along here are well kept up and often have nice plantings fronting them. This morning’s trek to the grocery store looked like this. Though it was raining gently…

Dems Agree to Fund Wall and Reopen Government If Trump Leaves Country Forever | The New Yorker

Andy Borowitz jokes that congressional Democrats would agree to end the government shutdown in exchange for President Donald Trump leaving the United States. — Read on

Sunday Morning Coming Down

I love the quiet time before the city rouses itself. No horns, no sirens, only ths soft sounds of sleep slinking off.

Merry Christmas

  Thought of the Week When we think continually about ‟I! I! I!” and only talk about ourselves, we considerably reduce the size of the world that we want to be ours. The events that occur in the narrow sphere of selfishness affect us deeply and will certainly disturb our inner peace. The situation is very different when we feel primarily concerned with others…

Mr. Hal Rawlings

Street Vendor Extraordinaire  Hal works for the Homeless Empowerment Project (Vendor License 135) selling newspapers to raise money for Boston’s street people. He lives in the South End near Mike’s Diner. He was a roofer but has had both knees and a hip replaced. He’s clean, works hard, dresses well and is well spoken. But he also is black and often not given the…

The Long Dark Corridor

The saying “old age is not for sissies” struck me as being appropriate for this image. This gentleman was walking very slowly and deliberately down this empty corridor. He struck me as resigned to his condition and particularly  brave about it.

Watching The Veteran’s Day Parade

For some the memories are painful.