Words later perhaps. But for now, another photo from Cambridge.
The friend I was visiting lives in an old neighborhood of East Cambridge where never a holiday goes by without dressing the house and ‘yard’. One of the most earnest decorators lives two doors down. She spent her working life as a lunch lady, and in retirement turned her quite considerable skills of persuasion towards wrapping the media around her little finger. She’s had front page spreads, follow up articles, and a media led rescue mission when her larger-than-life-sized Frankenstein got stolen last Halloween.