This is Where I Live

This sign is an East Cambridge landmark, though nowadays the chickens are slaughtered out of town and brought in dead. My building is next door.

Here's the view from my patio of my neighbors who live above the dead chicken place. I always wonder if it smells of chicken.

Here's the back of my building. Our rubber roof was due for replacement; and the new roof will be superior in every way. The inset shows the yellow flags warning folks to keep off the roof.





Old Blue Eyes at a local grill. A strange sign warns of wild skaters. Pugs has a loyal clientele.


Finally there's Albert's Grocery next to the mysterious Globe Department Store.

My Button Box Contents

TV Executives Take Note

Remember 1900 House and Frontier House and all the other reality shows in which people learned how crappy it is to live in the past? When is some network going to make Future House, in which volunteers learn what it would be like to have robots do all the housework and commute to the job in a hovercraft? As Criswell said, "We are all interested in the future, for that is where we will spend the rest of our lives."*
*Prologue in Plan 9 From Outer Space

I'd Like to Live Here

Yesterday I took my camera to Franklin St., which is parallel to Mass Ave. on the way to Central Square. That area is a jungle of shade trees and climbing ivy. I want to live there.

Many of the houses have interesting features.

This house has a wonderful fence. You get tantalizing glimpes of the house and yard.

Same fence. They give us people on the outside plenty to look at.
A closeup. Can you see that the stone relief depicts scenes from the Bible?

A small window gives another peek inside.

I like color--loud color, even. I would definitely feel comfortable in this neighborhood.

Pretty Faces of Spring

Outside my patio and...
...inside my condo.

Why Doesn't This Ever Happen to Me?

A Web Mystery

Ten minutes after my last post, I began getting hits from all over the world: 3 from the U.S., 2 from Saudi Arabia, 2 from the United Kingdom, 2 from Brazil, 2 from South Africa, 1 from Thailand, 1 from Germany, 1 from Switzerland, 1 from Portugal, and 1 from Mexico. The hits dropped off in about 3 minutes. What happened?
The Statcounter records list a "referring URL," but the flurry of hits had these long URLS that, if clicked, led to an error message. The referring URLs all started with "www.blogger.com/navbar....." Could it be that my blog was the designated "next blog" when people clicked the link of the same name?

Exams Haven't Ended..

...and police are in evidence after a recent on-campus shooting, but that doesn't stop this student from enjoying the sun.

You Can See One of my Photos on an iPhone

..or just click here.

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