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Eerie Boston…

Tonight, Boston is a quiet, somber city.  Its downtown streets, I hear, are empty; its roads leading out into the suburbs are jammed; and its population is sorrowful.  We are a wounded city, the target, it seems, of persons or … Continue reading

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Downtown Boston on an autumn evening

Some days are simply–good days.  Things go well. Your friends  tell you things you would not repeat (publicly) but which mean the world to you.  Their words are generous,  probing, intelligent.  By turns, they are funny, and witty. They make … Continue reading

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