
A few years ago, we were walking down a street by the Boston Park. It was a weekend afternoon, during the first few days of a brand new spring. The green was everywhere – the dewy, translucent green that graces…
Another weekend in which we saw a few bad movies, debated politics, scrubbed and cleaned, cracked jokes, lectured the boys on good housekeeping, signed them up for Boy Scouts and generally had a good time.