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March 24, 2014


Good piece of writing, Charles. And yes, I have run into this "hoping for the best" phenonomenon while living in Boston over the past thirty years. I'm with you about locking the doors whenever it pops up. Sorry about your neighbors having a wake up call. It could have been much worse.

Charles, I used to live on a one-block dead end almost identical to yours. Our neighbor across the way was a horticulturalist who took a jackhammer to the cemented back yard and turned it into one of those hidden gems of a garden you find throughout Cambridge. I used to water it for them when they left for vacation. I look back on the years I lived there with a lot of nostalgia.

Trust - the need to trust , to believe that our world is a better place - is a hard thing to lose !
I am sorry for their loss !

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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