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Current Music: Robert Alda, "My Time of Day"

A couple of deals before dawn

I had to put a letter in the mail, so after that was accomplished,

spatch and I walked around our neighborhood for several miles. We met two pedestrians, one bicyclist, one cat, two rats, and five or six rabbits; the air smelled like rain because of the sprinklers on Broadway, but then we lost ourselves in a one-way maze of small streets that seemed left over from a combination of streetcar suburb and company town jarred with very new construction, including scraped-off lots a-building. We found our way out via the bike path. Neither of us has any idea of when lovers have started fastening locks to the chain-link of the bridge over the tracks at Cedar Street, formally known as the Peter G. Piro Memorial Bridge. Rob photographed me by some rhododendrons.

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Trying to imagine how much of the neighborhoods near the Edsel plant would have been destroyed by the combination of the plant closure and the construction of I-93, which must have overlapped.

I don't know if there is any sensible way to make the company be Harvard and MIT, even though Somerville provided grad student housing for many decades. Arthur's joke (based on actual data?) was that more Nobel prize winners had lived in Somerville than in any other single city. Including Obama.

If you had asked me what song Obediah Masterson was singing, I would have said "My time of night" (always in Peter Gallagher's voice, although the first time I heard it was presumably when it was the musical in my high school one year). My memory is so faulty.

What a lovely spring-y shot!

What a lovely spring-y shot!

Thank you!

This is a beautiful portrait that looks like it--and you--could be from centuries past.

I like that the bike path was the string leading you out of the labyrinth.

This is a beautiful portrait that looks like it--and you--could be from centuries past.

Thank you.

I like that the bike path was the string leading you out of the labyrinth.

There were rabbits on the bike path. Linking them with a labyrinth makes me think of tinners' rabbits, a motif I learned about from Patricia McKillip's Something Rich and Strange (1994).