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...after bookflagrantly railing against the Winslows and theLowells, he would as a child constantly seek theaccolades of his grandfather Arthur Winslow. Yearslater, Stuart in desperation decides to fall backon her sense of family honor so ritualisticallyingrained and return to her family's homestead inConcord, to a house near Walden Pond. Here sheexpects her children to learn to swim at the famedlocale. The children desert the pastoral settingfor a local pool, and Stuart out of some sense ofrestitution, a keen sense of the absurd and justflat out love of a story, is alright with this andin fact with all that goes...
...taken the T to the movie theater, but the Fresh Pond running path remains a hidden treasure. The paved path circumnavigates the aptly named Fresh Pond (go figure), and is only about 2 miles from Harvard. Every Saturday morning the course hosts a race (FREE to enter!) with the choice of 1 lap (2.5 miles) or 2 laps. Runners of all levels participate, although notable national champs have made surprise appearances...
...Annoyingly hard core? Walden Pond is about a 13 mile bike ride from Cambridge, but the running paths are by far reputed to be the best around. The bike ride itself is quite hilly, but the scenery might (might) just make it worthwhile. Directions get a bit complicated, but head out of Cambridge on Garden Street, and get onto Concord Avenue west (turns into Rt. 16E). Take Rt. 16E to Alewife Brook Pkwy to Concord Tpke, and go left onto Walden Street...
Keeping low, I scuttle to another barricade. Bullets riddle the air. I make it! I spot movement behind a hole in the barricade ahead of me. Swiftly, surely, I take aim and blast the enemy with bullets. DIE YOU ROTTEN PIECE OF POND SCUM! The enemy creeps out from behind the barricade, raising his gun in defeat. Victory! I triumphantly peer over the top of my barricade--only to be greeted with a bullet slamming right into my visor...
...Guide Service in Maine. If fishing sounds less barbaric than gunning down Bambi's mother, the Cape Cod National Seashore might be a prime choice for hooking bluefish, striped bass, mackerel, or albacore. And one can head off with bait and tackle to Thoreau's old haunt, Walden Pond, to ponder the incompatability of civil disobedience and Ad Board restrictions on in-room Glocks...