Replica of Thoreau’s house, Walden Pond
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the
Life
Violence in Beantown
Reenactment of the Boston Massacre last night (235th anniversary)
Hump day
It’s Wednesday, hump day of our first week here in Boston. Charlene and I have been battling colds. That’s made for a slow start to the fun. Today, Charlene, my mother,
Live from Boston
We have journeyed through snow squalls in Syracuse and exhaustion on the Massachusetts Turnpike. We have driven through desolate areas for miles with the gas tank empty and no gas stations to be
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