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MCA Days

MCA Days – The huge benefit of being at the Art Institute of Boston (AIB) for my big comfy year had been the development of intense skills involving focus, concentration, observation, analysis and study. It was an exhilarating and life altering experience developing skills that had probably always been present, never fully tapped in the past, and one’s that became

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HP Days

HP Days – The summer after BUSFA was a period of transition that including changes in living situations and employment. After leaving school I settled into a co-ed group house and over the course of three plus years while working at HP I went through several more group houses and my own apartment. I continued working in the restaurant industry

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The BUSFA Train

The BUSFA Train – The huge benefit of being at the Art Institute of Boston (AIB) for my big comfy year had been the development of intense skills involving focus, concentration, observation, analysis and study. It was an exhilarating and life altering experience developing skills that had probably always been present, never fully tapped in the past, and one’s that

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The Big Comfy Year

The Big Comfy Year – After being discharged from active duty in the Spring I lived in Needham with my family and stayed with them through the following Spring and Summer. In retrospect this time became my big comfy year and the last one for many years to come. I had just survived a summer and fall of aimlessness after

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Rocket Ship Rides

Rocket Ship Rides – We moved into the new house in Needham the summer before my ninth grade started. By this time my sister was entering seventh grade, my first bother entering fifth grade, my next brother the third grade and my baby brother kindergarten. The house we moved into was located in one of the upper middle class developments

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Black Swan

Black Swan to Golden Goose

Black Swan to Golden Goose – We moved into the new house in Waltham the summer before my third grade. The move made my existing world feel torn apart: I was leaving my friends, a place where I fit in and moving to something unknown and unsure. The weekend me moved in I met a boy who was a year

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Oak Hill Park

Crackerbox Cozy

Crackerbox Cozy – We moved into the house in Oak Hill Park when I was three and my sister was one year of age. We had been living in apartments until then, as had our parents and their parents before them. It was our first house and for most of my extended family the first house. We came from a

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Cashier

The Cashier

The Cashier – On its surface this is a tale about a cashier but underneath it is about much more than the cashier. A little background and setting are in order before we get to our cashier though. When I was about fifteen years of age my parents informed my I was going to work for the summer bagging groceries

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Fish Pens

Swimming with the Fishes

Swimming with the Fishes – One day my father told me we were going fishing on the upcoming weekend. When it arrived we drove to Barnstable harbor where we met the fishing boats. The fishing boats looked like motorized barges with pens set in the middle of long rows running up and down the length of each boat. There were

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1955 Dodge Royal

Early Morning Church Runs

Early Morning Church Runs – My mother would drive me to church in the early morning for six o’clock masses in her 1955 Dodge Royal where I would serve as an altar boy and she would sit in a pew. It was not just one mass but an entire week long of masses from Monday through Friday I was committed

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Pong

My Pong Interview

My Pong Interview – It was a Monday in 1978 – February 6th to be exact – when I had my Pong interview. Arrangements had been made for a day off from my then current employer to avoid suspicion and problems. The day was clear and cold, as is typical of Boston in February. The interview was to start at

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Fenway Park

The Field of Dreams

The Field of Dreams – My parents let me go to Fenway Park to see the Red Sox play matinee day games with my pals when I was a boy of 10. It was exciting and we all looked forward to these trips. My trips to Fenway were limited to how much cash I had from redeeming deposits on bottles,

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Leonardo Da Vinci - Baby in Womb

Early Morning Awakenings

Early Morning Awakenings – In the early morning hours – about five in the morning – I gingerly walked down the carpeted stairs past by brothers and parents bedrooms to the living room on the first floor. This was sometime in 1958 or 1959. My reason for arising was probably due to peers who may have told me they found

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The creek

The Creek

The Creek – Many years ago the creek was a fast moving flow of tides between a protected bay fed by Nantucket sound and a small inland and shallow bay with salt marsh grasses everywhere. However, the creek of old is no longer, only exists in memory and has to be resurrected by those familiar with it. Today what passes

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Maxwell's Equations

Surprise It’s Maxwell’s Equations

Surprise It’s Maxwell’s Equations – It was about ten or more years after I had graduated from high school when an unexpected event occurred one day. But before we tell the story of the event itself, some background is in order. The day started off innocently enough with a trip to Cape Cod to visit my family. It was a

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