Curations from the Human Jungle
[This goes in the category of "If you live long enough ... well, I guess I've lived long enough. This upcoming Saturday there will be a historical walk of the summer community where I grew up, Post Island. This neighborhood of Quincy, MA is just 8 miles south of downtown Boston, but when I was... Continue Reading →
Light comes late the next morning. After hours of rodent-induced anxiety, Artie falls into a deep slumber. It is nearly nine o’clock when he awakes, then another half-hour until he has the courage to leave the warmth of the sleeping bag. He drives to the nearest Dunkin’ Donuts and orders the #1 with a large... Continue Reading →
Author's note: Back to the Jackson Browne song These Days that was so evocative as I rounded into the home stretch making the annual pilgrimage from Vermont to Post Island to open the cottage for the season. It took almost ten years for the penny to drop. During this span I became a bigger fan... Continue Reading →
Quincy Bay, looking out to Peddocks Island and Boston Light For the next few weeks we're going fishing! I wrote Stripah Love in 2004 and self-published it in 2005. It's my favorite book of fiction. There are only four, and I claim none of them as literary masterpieces. This is the one for which I... Continue Reading →
From time to time we like to profile the members of our clan in The Jungle. Silverbelle Mimi is a crusader for social justice. On any given day you might find her outside of city hall in Quincy, Massachusetts fighting against racism, for feminism, against huge pay increases for local politicians, or ... in the... Continue Reading →
[We don't do politics here in The Jungle, but occasionally something relevant turns up. As non-stop ads filled with falsehoods and acrimony clog our airwaves, it's refreshing to see a brief display of CIVIL DISCOURSE on display in Quincy, MA. The back story is that the city hired a consultant to evaluate their compensation, and... Continue Reading →
[My grandfather built a small summer cottage on Post Island, a community just south of Merrymount. Both communities overlook Quincy Bay and the islands of Boston Harbor. I spent the summers of my youth splashing in the waters and running through the salt waters marshes, so the associations in my mind are always of hedonism... Continue Reading →