RECORD SHOPPING ON MEMORY LANE WITH DEAD POETS

Imagine this: Ralph Waldo Emerson emerging from Roxbury, Mass in 1903. The same neighborhood I lived in 97 years later when three men came into our home and shot my roommate in the face. Ah but “what you are comes to you” and he was waiving at danger. I’m just glad they didn’t shoot me when they ran past me. I had plans.

Happy Birthday Dearest Beautiful Amy - my partner that I’m so thankful to know and love and to be loved by... She had a postcard of Emerson’s Concord, Mass house since age 11 an...