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Old Try

Tromping through the Western suburbs.

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.” ― Henry David ThoreauWalden, or Life in the Woods

I'd heard that this year the apples were ripening early. Last year, we'd waited a little late. As a matter of fact, you might remember that we didn't get out to them til some snow was on the ground.

Well, this...

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New England Berry Picking

At this point I figure we've run the gamut. We've been apple picking in Connecticut. Pumpkin picking in Maine. Cranberry picking in Massachusetts. But the thing we hadn't done until a few days ago was berry pick.

But a trip to Connors Farm in Danvers (Danvahs) helped us check that off the list.

Now, I don't know much about the economics of berry picking of the blue and rasp variety, but if you...

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Lexington Green

It's Patriots Day!

Which doesn't mean much to your Southerners. So, I'm reposting my Patriots Day experience of a couple of years ago for y'all. Hope you enjoy. Oh, and if you really want to know what the day is about, something more specific than its-the-day-after-Paul-Revere's-ride give a read over here.

April 19, 1775. 3:32am
British troops leave Boston. March towards Lexington.

April 19, 2010....

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Dinner and a Revolution.

Last night we drove out to Concord for a team dinner.

The Old Try team is, at this point, myself and my wife. Course, we have a lot of help, folks making it actually happen, our printers at Union Press and Fallen Arrows, our team of smash mouth lawyers (read: a family member doing us a huge favor), a couple of people we pay handsomely just to hang out and encourage us, a troupe of dancing clowns,...

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How you like them apples?

We got up early. Because we hear that is what catches the worm.

We drove to Harvard, MA, because you have to get miles out of here to avoid crowds. We in New England have an insane love affair with anything involving manual labor. That love affair stops when we are the ones having to actually do any of the labor. But watching it, fine. (See: maple syrup making, cranberry bogging.) Self picking...

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