The Trouble With Trophy Homes: A New England Home Tour
While I was in Concord last week I took a tour of some writers’ homes, a thrown-together affair that included staring up at Louisa May Alcott’s place, tromping on the hill behind Hawthorne’s, walking Thoreau’s backyard, and, finally, taking the official tour of Emerson’s. That last was remarkable for the fact that I took the tour with just two other people and that one of them looked remarkably familiar. He was tall, with a long prow of a nose that almost perfectly matched the bust in the upstairs landing, and sure enough it turned out he was Ralph Waldo’s great-great grandson.
My home tour continued, less formally, in East Dennis, where I walked out to the bluff that faces Cape Cod Bay, a body of water that is as close as I’ll ever get to my own Walden Pond. It was a wild day, the water frothing with whitecaps, and the sight reminded me, not of another body of water, but, in terms of vastness and beauty, of certain spots where I have stared out at the canyon lands in Utah. Just the looks of the place, the ocean crashing against the shore as it has forever, the sand leading down to the raised cliff beyond, the rocks making walking difficult and guaranteeing privacy, the whole sense of strolling into a great painting, filled me with a sensation that it would not be so wrong to call love.
'The Walking Dead' Season 2 premiere recap, 'What Lies Ahead': No child left ...
Stray dogs roam for scraps. The undead groan with hunger pangs. Human minds are racked with fear and thoughts of a looming melee against some shuffling beasts. Life, or what little of it is left, carries on in Georgia on the second-season opener of “The Walking Dead.”
Out on a roof somewhere, Rick makes his routine walkie-talkie call to Morgan, whom he met after awaking from a coma in the pilot. Since Morgan and his son have been unreachable, Rick admits he is losing hope. Morgan had planted the idea in his head that the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta was developing a cure. The gang now knows that to be false.
The tantalizing unanswered question from the finale was: What did the CDC doctor whisper into Rick’s ear Sofia Coppola-style before the explosion? Rick teases us with it on the walkie-talkie; it’s probably too depressing to think about. The scientist “told me something – he told me… It doesn’t matter.