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September 11, 1994 |
Frank Brace and his sons had ventured into the woods for day hikes before, but nothing in the youngsters' backwoods experience prepared them for the moment their father dropped dead on a rugged mountain miles from civilization. Unable to read their map--and having no compass--the boys scrambled five miles over rock-strewn slopes and across meadows, relying on landmarks and their sense of direction to find their way back to some cottages they had seen when they hiked in two days before.
October 27, 1985 |
My hometown was a serious city, sadly bereft of architectural folly. For most of the year its traditional facades and graceful streets were a source of civic pride, but the end of October always rendered its aesthetic conventions curiously deficient. At the time, my childhood Halloweens seemed entirely adequate; I completed a satisfactory tenure as trick-or-treater, masquerading alternately as Gypsy, princess, pirate, witch and vampire.
December 18, 1985 |
Several years ago I was telling Mrs. Fontaine, who lived in the bungalow next door, what I had heard about a house up the street, that its original cobblestone chimney had been replaced by a brick one. "Who told you that?" she demanded. "Mr. Wright over on Arbor." She laughed in scorn. "Why he's a newcomer." "He is? I thought he'd lived here a long time." "Heavens no. Only been here 25 years."
August 26, 2012
If you go THE BEST WAY TO ROCKLAND, MAINE From LAX, you can fly into Boston, the nearest big airport, nonstop on American, JetBlue, Virgin America and United; direct (stop, no change of planes) on US Airways; or connecting (change of planes) on US Airways, United, Delta, American, AirTran and JetBlue. Restricted round-trip fares begin at $398. It's a three-hour drive to Rockland. Or you can fly little Cape Air from Boston to Rockland (www.capeair.com). If it's a clear day, you get a wonderful view of the coast.
December 13, 2002 |
What I remember most about the place isn't the neatly aligned wood-and-brick cottages or the well-tended gardens, or even the colorful mosaic tiles that gleamed in the autumn sunlight. What I remember most are the eyes of the children that reflected needs beyond one's ability to measure.
November 1, 1987 |
"The view from my front door is so lovely," a woman here told me, "I don't have to go to the films." I had an image of what I wanted--a small village on Ireland's west coast where I could spend a few days, a village picturesque but not overrun with tourists, a village full of character and characters. Furthermore, because I knew I would be tired by the time I landed at Shannon Airport, I wanted a destination I could reach easily within an hour or so by rental car.
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November 9, 2009 |
The lake is deserted, and the forest is quiet at the far end of Huntington Lodge Road. A breeze combs through the pines and the firs. It strips a ready leaf or two from the willows that grow by the water. Fall has come to the Sierra Nevada, this third weekend in October, and the cabins on the cul-de-sac are vacant. Most are boarded up for winter, cenotaphs to a time just weeks ago when they were open and alive to the coming and going of vacationing families. Summer is a short season in the mountains -- over, some say, before it begins -- and for the owners of these cabins, a small resort known as Lakeview Cottages, the clock is running down.
March 30, 1990 |
For rent, Easter Week: 3-bedroom party house with view, patio and fireplace. Only two house rules: no opium smoking in elevators and guests must bury their own dead. --1960 classified ad for a Balboa rental Sleep? Who could sleep? There was too much cruising to do, too many parties to go to, too much dancing, too many knockout girls, too many cute guys, too much sun, too much beach, too much surf, too much music and noise and laughter and pure screaming fun.