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Third Floor: Miles Up The Road
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Monday, July 20, 2009. Miles Up The Road. 160; . Three days before Apollo 11 landed on the moon, me and three friends were riding an east bound freight train . Along the northern shore of Lake Superior. It was the summer before our senior year in high school and we were on the great adventure of our lives: a hitch-hiking journey across Canada. We were intent on watching the moon landing. 160; . Our berth was a box car, sticky with a residue of creosote. . Sleep was impossible and the days blurred.
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Third Floor: Tribulus Terrestris
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Sunday, February 22, 2009. If I can find one, I'll mail it to you. xo. February 22, 2009 at 1:24 PM. My sources say that in Sunnymead they were called Goatheads. February 22, 2009 at 9:17 PM. Yes, that's right. Goathead, Punturevine, Yellow Vine, Caltrop, Ci Ji Li. But that information is too late for my hard drive. They'll always be bull thorns to me. Who's you're Sunnymeade source? February 23, 2009 at 11:57 AM. February 23, 2009 at 4:52 PM. We have them around here still. March 9, 2009 at 9:55 PM.
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Third Floor: The Running Of The Tarps
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Saturday, August 1, 2009. The Running Of The Tarps. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Running Of The Tarps. Roslindale, Massachusetts, United States. I recently moved to the third floor; a smaller space than I've been accustomed to. Has this made me a little grumpy at times? Yes Am I going to work today? View my complete profile. The Algorythmies of An Another Albatross. Life, Art and Reason.
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Third Floor: February 2009
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Sunday, February 22, 2009. Sunday, February 8, 2009. The Age Of Obama. My impulse to write often seems to arise in connection with the cold. . Looking back, I've realized that a disproportionate number of these blog entries are ruminations on ice and snow. . This is puzzling to me, not that frigid winter and its corollaries aren’t a worthwhile subject, but that sometimes I feel chained to their inspirational tug. . It was an odyssey rich in subplots and adventures. So w. One of my fellow travelers, ...
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Third Floor: Closely Held Currents
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Sunday, March 1, 2009. I can still hear him, leaning on that word, cracking himself up with delight at the memory. I'd like to think that in sharing this with me, he'd brought me, in some small way, into a circle which stretched back to Eastern Europe and beyond, swirling through Jewish life, from Talmudic studies, to Catskills stand-up, to nuclear physics. But I'm sure he would have none of that. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Roslindale, Massachusetts, United States. Yes Am I going to work today?
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Third Floor: Ted Kennedy
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Sunday, October 4, 2009. I ducked out of work at the hospital on the late summer afternoon that they brought Ted Kennedy up from the Cape. As I walked toward Park Street, the closest possible vantage point for a glimpse of the motorcade, I could just make out faint applause carried on the breeze; a smattering, like fat rain drops. I was peripherally aware of kids squealing in the wading pool and itinerant bench sitters nodding sleepily or pointing at the sky. I pressed against the fence, sweating and out...
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Third Floor: October 2009
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Sunday, October 4, 2009. I ducked out of work at the hospital on the late summer afternoon that they brought Ted Kennedy up from the Cape. As I walked toward Park Street, the closest possible vantage point for a glimpse of the motorcade, I could just make out faint applause carried on the breeze; a smattering, like fat rain drops. I was peripherally aware of kids squealing in the wading pool and itinerant bench sitters nodding sleepily or pointing at the sky. I pressed against the fence, sweating and out...
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Third Floor: Snips From A Necklace
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Saturday, September 25, 2010. Snips From A Necklace. It was 6:30 in the evening on the Fourth of July when I threw a few items in my knapsack, swallowed a 2 mg tab of Dilaudid and headed down to the Esplanade to watch the fireworks. In my 30 years in Boston I’d never seen them, a glaring omission which some might consider on par with never having seen a Red Sox game at Fenway Park. There were all tramping en masse, all in the thrall of the Great New England compass. Now as I walked I intoned for her the ...
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Third Floor: September 2009
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Saturday, September 5, 2009. Hank and Bob and Chris and Anna. It was pouring and the forecast was for rain all evening, but Anna and I were committed. . I’d sold her on the idea of going to see Bob Dylan, in spite of her avowed lack of desire to do so (perhaps my grandest understatement ever), arguing that some day she’d be glad to have seen such a musical giant. . So we drove into the wind and the rain to Pawtucket, Rhode Island, home of the Boston Red Sox farm team, to see the show. By the time we pa...
