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The morning’s email reminds me that things are humming along, same as it ever was, in my old home town. Nothing like moving away (not to mention moving to what is likely the closest spiritually antipodal venue to Cambridge: Philadelphia; going from tight-ass village to cloacal flood plain) to get some needed perspective. Like being […]

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No regrets here, as the news reaches me finally, mid-afternoon (because I’m now in another market—one with a team that clinched its division, has killer pitching, and an even better record than the Yankees… the pitcher business should tell you all, all by itself), and the NYTimes, which is my print news source (paper, the […]

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…Yes, there’s a smell emanating from West Cambridge, and it isn’t goats. But more later, after I look into it.

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Somewhere along the line, sailors, probably it was British sailors first time around, were called “tars.” This is among other things that sailors have been called in their lives at sea and their reputations in ports from Massalia (which is what the Phoenicians called what we know as Marseille) to Guadeloupe preceded them. The reference, […]

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[written 2009 July 31 Co-posted on the Per Diem blog] What is strange about produce shopping in France were all the apples available throughout the summer. I don’t know where they were coming from, as I didn’t buy anyway. My cling fruit juices were flowing as is appropriate. The pears were only barely beginning to […]

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