A Thrill in the Park

I was excited when I got off the train at the Park Street T stop in Boston. I was meeting Margaret for the first time. She had promised me a thrill in the park and I was more than a little curious. I had told her to look for a little bald man. She told me to look for...

Sharks, Spandex and Cupcakes

Some strange news to report after several days of R&R: 1) Sharks love AC/DC. Great White is probably going to rend its spandex in horror. Which is fine, as long as they don’t make any more albums. 2) Mirrors pretty much really can do magic. 3) MI6 has a...

The Summer of My Discontent

Like it or not, and I don’t, gardening can be a bit competitive. I mostly compete with people in books: Eliot Coleman, Ruth Stout, Barbara Damrosch and Wendell Berry. No matter what I do at least one of them disapproves. Certainly the fact that I’m not...