A young cousin Helen paid me a supreme compliment this past January as I laid…
Changing Lives 13: Ping
One of my criteria in looking for a condo in Boston was that they building be “pet friendly.” I didn’t have a pet, but I might want one. Now I do have a pet, and her name is “Ping.” The Story About Ping Yes, she is the namesake of Ping in The Story About Ping by...
Changing Lives 12: Bread And Water
As I visit new locations or revisit familiar ones, I like to take alternate routes home. See what there is to see. Colorful murals, maybe, or places of interest. This is particularly true in my walkable neighborhood. Went to the EZ Pass Service Center on Havre Street...
Changing Lives 11: Between Baltimore And Boston
It was there on Sumner Street, just a couple short blocks from my home. A fine old steamer trunk that may have been new around 1930. I hadn’t noticed it when I headed out. Who knows in which house it had been stored, in which deep closet or dusty attic. My Godmother...
Changing Lives 10: My Own Back Yard
I had heard a couple of times that, on an upcoming weekend, the ferries to Georges Island would be free. There was a chance to see Fort Warren, wander about, start ticking items off that endless Boston to-do list. The boats depart from Long Wharf. Where exactly is...