like a chicken with my head cut off


I spent my last full day in Boston running around town doing errands that took nearly twelve hours and forced me to get reaquainted with the town (well, towns) that I was leaving! I drove to every nook and cranny of my life in Boston these past five years – my office, my old ‘hood in Brookline, Fenway Park, and on and on and on. I went from Cambridge to Charlestown to Watertown to Boston to Brookline to Chestnut Hill to Somerville to Winchester. Whew! But I had to pause in Cambridge as the moon was rising over the Charles near the Harvard boat house and take this one last shot.

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friday night baseball


what started out as a few baseball fanatics getting together every now and then to watch a game became one of the best traditions of the season… friday night baseball. come game time on countless fridays andrew, kaitlyn and i would saddle up to a bar somewhere in boston and watch the red sox dominate (they won every game we watched them play)! about half way through the summer we added a twist and started comparing burger joints (my favorite is still mr. bartley’s, but andrew is partial to charlie’s kitchen). our last friday night baseball was held at temple bar in davis square and i hate to say it but the burgers were sub-par…. however, the game was out of this world. not only did the red sox innihilate the white sox, but we watched the pats post their first win of the pre-season. as the sox gear up for a battle in the bronx against the yankees it’s a happy thought indeed to know that every friday night win has kept us in the lead in the AL East!

it all comes down to this


Packing up five years of work is no easy task. It makes packing up my apartment seem like a breeze. Projects that consumed me at the Olmsted Center needed to be carefully organized, boxed, and left behind for someone else to steward. The process was slow and methodical, but now it is all done. Someone could sit in my chair and hopefully pick up right where I left off (editing page 88 of the Hearst Castle landscape history to be exact)….

It’s been hard not to have Amy here during my last two weeks – the office just isn’t the same without my partner in crime. I’m going to miss stories about Sean and Brigid and the never-ending support she gave me during what has been a year of all-time highs and lows. No offense to middle America, but couldn’t we just squish the west and east coast together so there wasn’t as much distance between us?!

It’s been an honor to work at the Olmsted Center for Landscape Preservation and an honor being a fellow Bostonian. Cheers to what’s been a wicked adventure!

the last days of disco

the questions have obviously started. is there any one thing you want to do before you leave? do you want to reconsider? what are you going to miss? the answers are not really (i’ve tried to suck all the marrow i could), no, and so much! it’s the missing part that’s got me reeling right now.

oregon has nearly everything i love, but my east coast friends will be conspicuously absent. like dorothy said to the scarecrow – i’ll miss you most of all. add a pile of little things to that – my walk to work (see photos), games at fenway, lobster rolls, the islands – and you can see why i’m a little off balance.