6 May 05
Boston
Mount Auburn. The warblers. The stones. The sketchbook. The tower. The children. The sister. The mother. The zoo. The art store. The frigate. The dinner. Mount Auburn. The birders. The editor. The T. The Copley. The library. The ivory-bills. The T. The Coop. The cartridges. The surprise. The friend. The nap. The blogger. The buddhists. The chanting. The crumpling. The saag. The bus.
The bed.
- Well OK but when you get back, you have to splain, especially about the surprise—and what zoo? Really? Not just the Harvard Square T station? How weird is it to be back on the T, anyway?— Doc Rock 6. May 2005, 21:20 Link
- (o)— Fer 7. May 2005, 07:50 Link
- ‘splain, yes, but I’m hoping just as fervently for sketcbook images. It’s only fair, seeing as this post was essentially the verbal equivalent . . . Please?— Siona 7. May 2005, 21:00 Link
- Wow, all those names bring back a lot of memories! I used to live a 15 minute walk from Mt. Auburn Cemetary, in Watertown. When you say frigate, do you mean the U.S.S. Constitution? And the T… THAT brings lots of emotions… having lived for a year in Allston, just at the junction where the T divides between Brookline (upper scale residential) and Allston (immigrant town) I could always tell which direction the street cars were going to take simply by the state of the cars themselves. If they were spic-and-span, brand new cars, they would go to Brookline, if they were run-down, dilapidated old farts, they would go to Allston. And then there was the time when the Red Line train broke down on the bridge going across to M.I.T (the one you always see in the Ally McBeal intro) and for two hours everyone sat there getting to know one another. In the midst of the wait it started snowing outside and everyone hushed up. Suddenly the train conductor began rehearsing impromptu poetry over the intercom… one of the most beautiful moments in my life.— butuki 8. May 2005, 19:26 Link
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