Do you ever watch the series, Fringe? I do. I have a love/hate relationship with it, however. It’s filmed in Canada. I mean, its painfully obvious that it is filmed in Canada. You can tell by the look of the city locations. It’s supposed to take place in Boston. The writers and/or whoever it is that does the location scouting are careless about what they identify as a Boston location. Fringe has made a lot of sloppy mistakes that way. Some examples: They once showed a subway stop that was clearly from a Canadian city (most likely Vancouver) and identified it as one in Boston. They misspelled Massachusetts in one of the titles. Yikes. And my favorite: They flashed the words “Beacon Hill” across the screen and showed a suburban neighborhood.

This is Beacon Hill:

Suburban? Not hardly.

Beacon Hill is one of my favorite areas of Boston. Great for walking, cobblestone and brick everywhere, gorgeous architecture – reminds me a lot of certain areas of Philadelphia, where I also lived. My favorite thing? To walk there at night and look in the windows. I used to do that in Society Hill in Philly, as well. Don’t you just love getting a peek inside someone’s home in the lamplight, seeing just a hint of what might be inside?

I have more photos that I will share with you in the coming days. Today was cold and windy, but….it was sunny! And that made all the difference. My work here is done. I’m going to watch the Sox on the tube tonight. Bright and early tomorrow, I’m going to drive back home to husband and doggies. And I’ll be home almost all of April before I have to leave again.

Well, the weather here leaves a lot to be desired. Today is wet, cold and windy. We got a little snow but it disappeared quickly. I’m happy to report the same thing happened at MHC. The weather predictions were wrong, thank goodness.

I thought I’d share a potpourri of photos from the last 2 days:

Theaters are notoriously hard to photograph but I managed to get one shot that gives you an idea of the beautiful opulence of this theater. It really is magnificent. Emerson college bought the theater and did a wonderful job of restoring it. The acoustics leave something to be desired, but the theater is gorgeous.

A dress made of paper circles in the window of Papyrus.

In Cambridge: The Old Burying Ground, next to the church you see below.

Today: Fenway Park. You know we are huge Red Sox fans. When I lived here, I was rather oblivious to baseball, more’s the pity. So I went to Fenway today in the wind and the freezing rain and took a tour. It was so exciting to visit almost every section of the Park!

Next year, Fenway Park turns 100 years old. It is the first of the old parks to hit that milestone.

My big news? I was talking to one of the guys running the tour. The Red Sox always sell out – every season. I asked him about ticket availability. Are there ever any tickets available? He encouraged me to check at the ticket window – they are almost impossible to get online or via the phone, but occasionally there are still some left. I had this idea to get tickets for a Red Sox game – at Fenway – for Don’s birthday. He has a big birthday coming up. So I called him and we figured out possible times to go to Boston for a game. When I asked the guy at the ticket window about availability he said the end of summer and early fall were better – I said, very casually, “I’m sure there aren’t any tickets available for a Red Sox/Yankees game, right?” He said there might be. Well – I got 2 tickets for the Red Sox vs. the Yankees on September 1st!!! Don’s birthday is in June, but hey, it will give him an even longer celebration! I’m so excited!

Here I am next to the statue of Ted Williams outside the Park:

Now, I’m in my hotel room watching the Red Sox play their opening game of the season. It’s good to be out of that nasty weather. Tomorrow I have some more coaching work and then I hope to get some photos of beautiful Beacon Hill. I’ll share more soon.

Hello, friends. In keeping with a tradition of “Places I have Lived” posts, we are going to take a little walk down Harvard Street in Cambridge, Massachusetts. I took a little trip to Cambridge via the T this morning. Oh, how I love Cambridge! This is the first time I have been back here since I moved to San Diego in 1993. How did so much time go by? It was the exact route I took so many, many times. Take the Red Line to Central Square, walk north to Harvard St. Stop at the Whole Foods (which was called Bread & Circus when I lived here) on the corner of Harvard and Prospect. Buy some coffee and a scone. A left turn on Harvard St and there I was, in my old neighborhood. I didn’t have a car in those days and I well remember walking the 4 or 5 blocks to my apartment laden down with grocery bags.

The neighborhood is a mixture of stately old homes and brick apartment buildings.

It’s a gray day – a Nor’easter is coming – but I saw little crocuses (croci?) coming up everywhere. Too bad they will be covered by snow. I will digress for a minute: Poor Don. We are supposed to get over 6 inches of heavy, wet snow tomorrow! What the ???? He is very depressed and I feel bad because I won’t be there to help him shovel.

Where are we now? My former place of residence! I lived in this fabulous old (rent controlled, at the time) apartment building. It is no longer rent controlled – Mary, the owner, died several years ago. It looks a little spruced up, but is basically the same. Do you see the apartment on the 3rd floor, with the bay window? That was my place. I loved it. After living in a postage stamp of an apartment my first year in Boston and paying a high monthly rent, my friend Judith, who lived in this building and worked with me at BU, called me to tell me there had been an opening. Oh joy of joys! Much less rent and much more room. And a great neighborhood!

My visual aid. I have labeled each of the rooms. Hardwood floors, a non-working fireplace with a beautiful mantel, a pantry, a beautiful old black and white tiled bath and a bay window. And this neighborhood:

Remember that story I told you about finding a dresser on the street in Cambridge and carrying it several blocks (with the help of a friend) to my apartment? I found it in front of one of these buildings. I still use it to this day.

As we continue to walk down Harvard Street, we come to the gate surrounding Harvard Yard.

And we end up in Harvard Square. So much has changed here but so much is the same, as well. Boston and Cambridge are wonderful places to walk. I used to walk for hours here. The architecture is interesting, the history is fascinating. It’s not uncommon to walk in Cambridge and see a sign saying “George Washington spoke to his troops under this tree.” Or to see a sign like this:

Here’s the house, which is currently a restaurant.

Longfellow’s house is in Cambridge – I just didn’t have time to walk there. I am here to work, after all!

I’ll share more with you soon. I hope you enjoyed the tour.