The aroma of lamb is wafting through the household here in Shingle Springs. Okay, it's actually Cameron Park, but it has a more bucolic ring to it with the other.
Oh, but to be in Rescue, just mere centimeters away on any map.
Easter Sunday. An early rise today - is 4:15 am too early? In any place but a farm labor camp, yes. Arise. Make coffee, roll a rock, spook the villagers in your raiment and new-found piercings, courtesy of Romans or Jews, depending on your hystorical stance.
Appear to the town whore and continue on your way, ready to redeem.... whch is exactly what was done later on at Food For Less, although shy of any chocolate bunnies.
Oh drat. All the shelves that had any Easter wares were pretty well picked apart, even the butt-ugly pinatas hanging above the cheese cooler aisle. Hit me, hit me hard.
It is lovely out today, yet news of hideousness from the Great Lakes to Texas dominates the weather stories. Brrr and Brrr. Yes, I can remember posing for those pictures in our finest new duds on a snow covered lawn - Arlington and Bedford both as backgrounds, so this ain't news to me.
Spoke with Gene last night. He said it was a brisk 28 in East Boston. Lovely. The memory of only weeks ago seems distant, but let me tell of how fucking bitter nasty one particular day there was -- a Wednesday; Charlotte took off work to play and No Snow Was Going To Stop Her or me, as we went to the very new ICA in Boston, right in the middle of the first storm of the year in Boston. Yeah, I lived there as a kid (leaving at 25, still a kid), but this storm was quite possibly the nastiest bit of cold wet nastiness I ever encountered. I believe my sister would agree. Her husband, Tommy, would agree too, but shake his head again in disbelief of our foraging into this slushy miasmatic goo.
He later picked us up at Fresh Pond, the end of the line for the T, and he would not take the same route (Rtes. 2 and 128) on the return. It was rather hideous. Hello Mass. Ave.!
Did I write here as to the Inst of Cont Art and that trek? The most memorable aspect aside from the actual nightmare conditions was being very much alone and getting the run of the entire place almost alone -- what other lunatics would do this? Oh, we met a few, some that even had walked from downtown -- Huh?
Easter Sunday. An early rise today - is 4:15 am too early? In any place but a farm labor camp, yes. Arise. Make coffee, roll a rock, spook the villagers in your raiment and new-found piercings, courtesy of Romans or Jews, depending on your hystorical stance.
Appear to the town whore and continue on your way, ready to redeem.... whch is exactly what was done later on at Food For Less, although shy of any chocolate bunnies.
Oh drat. All the shelves that had any Easter wares were pretty well picked apart, even the butt-ugly pinatas hanging above the cheese cooler aisle. Hit me, hit me hard.
It is lovely out today, yet news of hideousness from the Great Lakes to Texas dominates the weather stories. Brrr and Brrr. Yes, I can remember posing for those pictures in our finest new duds on a snow covered lawn - Arlington and Bedford both as backgrounds, so this ain't news to me.
Spoke with Gene last night. He said it was a brisk 28 in East Boston. Lovely. The memory of only weeks ago seems distant, but let me tell of how fucking bitter nasty one particular day there was -- a Wednesday; Charlotte took off work to play and No Snow Was Going To Stop Her or me, as we went to the very new ICA in Boston, right in the middle of the first storm of the year in Boston. Yeah, I lived there as a kid (leaving at 25, still a kid), but this storm was quite possibly the nastiest bit of cold wet nastiness I ever encountered. I believe my sister would agree. Her husband, Tommy, would agree too, but shake his head again in disbelief of our foraging into this slushy miasmatic goo.
He later picked us up at Fresh Pond, the end of the line for the T, and he would not take the same route (Rtes. 2 and 128) on the return. It was rather hideous. Hello Mass. Ave.!
Did I write here as to the Inst of Cont Art and that trek? The most memorable aspect aside from the actual nightmare conditions was being very much alone and getting the run of the entire place almost alone -- what other lunatics would do this? Oh, we met a few, some that even had walked from downtown -- Huh?
But but but -- this new building overlooked the harbor, right next to Anthony's Pier 4 (which forever will remind me of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton - don't ask), with huge windows of maybe three stories in height -- with splashing sleet and snow and what-have-you from above hitting with a beautiful ferocity - the BEST thing seen in the place, for my take on it all. Wonderful, but would I make anyone do this same thing?
At cocktails later on across the street, we sat and imbined and snacked and watched this poor soul fall sideways into a puddle of frozen mess within her two feet of getting onto a shuttle. Misery.
What fun.
On a drive earlier in this visit (Friday before this Wednesday) with Marshall and Gene after dim sum (which was superb), we went to Nahant and more north on the shore. Some of the harbor there was frozen thick, waves seemingly caught mid-form in icy sculpts. Bizarre and cold but cold but cold. Gene's vulnerability made me shiver as we went to this shrine at Orient Heights of the BVM that was huge -- see above for a lovely shot of the two of us that Marshall took. It was some kind of cold I cannot remember suffering before. Nahant and Swampscott and the area was magnificent.
At cocktails later on across the street, we sat and imbined and snacked and watched this poor soul fall sideways into a puddle of frozen mess within her two feet of getting onto a shuttle. Misery.
What fun.
On a drive earlier in this visit (Friday before this Wednesday) with Marshall and Gene after dim sum (which was superb), we went to Nahant and more north on the shore. Some of the harbor there was frozen thick, waves seemingly caught mid-form in icy sculpts. Bizarre and cold but cold but cold. Gene's vulnerability made me shiver as we went to this shrine at Orient Heights of the BVM that was huge -- see above for a lovely shot of the two of us that Marshall took. It was some kind of cold I cannot remember suffering before. Nahant and Swampscott and the area was magnificent.
My dad did a lot of building on Nahant in the '50s, but my memory of anything but the causeway leading to the island was/is all that I have -- where was the Henry's summer house? These were our neighbors up the hill in Boston so long ago, and I do remember going there and enjoying the luxury of the beach somewhere... on Nahant... A wall running along somewheres, but I digress.
Ah, spring... I'll be back there next month? Well.
Ah, spring... I'll be back there next month? Well.
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Charlie, Gene the Queen, game me Marshal's email. He has more photos? I am intouch with on eHarold Blaisdell, who has picts of Freddy Recchia.
Do you remember either?
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