From footprints to fossils, this gem of Amherst College is a must for museum enthusiasts.
I almost left my family for this sandwich.
After nearly five years rolling around the streets of Boston, testing different commutes, and learning the habits of my fellow motorists, I am no longer a frightened, angry driver. I am now a refined angry Boston driver. And my instincts are hardened with the knowledge that anything can happen.
Every adult should rekindle the joy of being a kid. For me, it came in the form of a kick scooter. I recently purchased a Fuzion CityGlide that feels wonderful to ride in the city, and I’ve soaked up the jealous glare of many a pedestrian. Well, the latter statement might be an exaggeration. . . .
The road belongs to you. This is where you long for the destination, an embracing picture of comfort and family. Out here, we all share the same things. We will spend that stretch in contemplation. Something in the repetition of white paint and reflectors and passing lights. The mind wanders further on that road than the fastest car. And before you know it, space and time slows down for you, and you are finally home.