Word: medford
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Bounding into the Harvard bus station with a spring in my step like the one that made Ty Cobb famous and grown men cry, I dashed for the number 96 bus, servicing Medford Square and Harvard Station via George Street and the Davis Square subway station...
...linking those thriving metropolices as the Appian Way once linked Rome and some other city. It was at this point I was running out of steam; maybe it was Lorentzen's 14 points weighing me down, dragging me back. I didn't know, but I fought on. There was Medford to the left of me; Medford to the right--I smiled at the choice made for me. I knew where I was going next...
...Heading left down Broadway took me past a park, a Revolutionary powder house, and to a gigantic traffic rotary, where I stood trembling in front of drivers who must have been imported from Cambridge just for the sake of making Medford dangerous. I finished my donut. I darted across...
...nowhere, on the suddenly reappearing Medford-Somerville line, soared Medford's answer to Somerville's fabled mounts. I took a long, steep flight of stairs up onto the campus of Tufts, a sort of would-be Harvard on a hill. There was a large brass elephant in the middle of the university's Yard-ette. Traipsing down to the library, I walked out on to the roof--it was built into the side of the hill and from the perch on the park there I was able to look out over all I had left behind. A satisfying moment...
...change in my pocket reminded me of my experiment. I felt it was complete. I stood at the intersection of Willow and Broadway, near a sign that proudly read "Ball Square" and I considered heading over a bridge that waited in front of me. The bridge headed back into Medford, toward Malden. Then I spotted Ball Square's local bar. I knew what I had to do. Twenty minutes later, with the last of my money and a bottle of Rolling Rock spent, I headed for home...