I do not think that anyone had looked into the neighboring woods, and they just had assumed that it was just another plot of abandoned, overgrown meadow that would soon be gobbled up for development.
On the Border of the Woods
Testing, Testing…
When in Boston with visitors, I like to take them along the Esplanade to watch the sailboats and view Beacon Hill. While in grad school, I made an annual summer migration from Philadelphia's heat and mugginess to New England's relative cool. I worked at Man's Greatest Hospital from seven to three, then headed directly to …
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