It was supposed to be very wet and very windy, so my bike was at home.

While we were trapped on the Red Line on the Longfellow Bridge, we were watching this Duck Boat splash around in the Charles:

Duck Boat in the Charles River on a gray October day.
Duck Boat in the Charles River on a gray October day.

Meanwhile, back on commuter rail on the way home, a uniquely-written story of a kid from Iceland in the early 1900s…

“Moonstone: The Boy Who Never Was”
Moonstone: The Boy Who Never Was

[1] View from the Red Line
[2] View from the Lowell Commuter Rail.

In this new age of blatant racism…

This book must’ve seemed hopeful thirteen years ago when it was first published. But now in the age of a White House staff led by a white supremacist, it’s heartbreaking and bittersweet.

“The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd
“The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd

Just finished reading it on the train. Lovely people in a lovely book.

On the 6:30 train home
Lowell, MA

READ: Resist, Empathize, Act, Discuss

Because we have a popular-vote-losing president who trades in blatant lies, misogyny, xenophobia, and fear, good people all over the country have decided to take the real greatness of America into their own hands. Like this curated selection of books in one of our leading independent bookstores:

Resist, Empathize, Act, Discuss: Harvard Book Store, Cambridge MAResist, Empathize, Act, Discuss: Books to help us regain our democracy.

Harvard Book Store
Mass Ave.
Cambridge, MA

Reading about train rides during my train rides.

Fun reading about two women who aren’t really connected.

The Girl on the Train - As being read on the train.
“The Girl on the Train” by Paula Hawkins

On the train home
Somewhere between Boston and Lowell MA

Reading about Roaming

The Hardscrabble Family kids were supposed to be staying with the babysitter while their dad went away on business, but, well…

Book: The Kneebone Boy by Ellen Potter
It’s silly, sometimes laugh-out-loud funny.

On the train home
Between Boston and Lowell, MA

When sleeping outdoors in the woods…

A wicked good book to curl up with in a darkened tent.

The Day of the Triffids: Plants Gone Wild!
Don’t fuck with plants.

In my tent
Acadia National Park, Blackwoods Campground
Mt Desert Island, Maine

I love being on the train with Augusten Burroughs.

Augusten Burroughs (“Running With Scissors”, “Dry”) has a new book. It’s his third memoir, “Lust & Wonder” about becoming an adult who’s getting his shit together.

Lust & Wonder by Augusten Burroughs (on the train)

On the 6:25pm train home to Lowell
Somewhere around Billerica, MA

I wasn’t expecting it to be told from the child’s point of view.

Keeping me company on the ride home are a kidnapped woman and her 5 year-old son in “Room” by Emma Donoghue. I’m trying to finish reading it before The Luna plays the movie adaptation this weekend.

The book 'Room' by Emma Donoghue, on the train home.

On the train home.
Heading toward Lowell, MA

On my last train ride of the year…

Two strangers end up sitting next to each other on a crowded train. They each realize they were briefly lovers over twenty years ago in a relationship that ended very badly. And they each decide to not acknowledge the other.


One of my favorite excerpts:

       I love to hear the sound of the doors closing. It signals the beginning of an egocentric and self-indulgent interlude. For the next two hours, nothing can really happen to you. Everything is taken care of. You can decide to immerse yourself in a novel, or succumb to the trance of the music coming from your headphoes. You can also vanish into the screen of your laptop, into emails, spreadsheets, numbers, reports, and establish a direct yet disembodied connection with the outside world.

       I don’t do any of that. I daydream.

MBTA Commuter Rail to Lowell
Somewhere around Winchester, MA