The big moving truck pulled up this morning and by noon left with all of our possessions. The definitive end of our collective 40 year tenure in Cambridge.

I am still surprised by the ways flags are used. Maybe I am stuck in the 1960s when this would be described as “desecration” and in some quarters lead to a stay in the local lock up.

This tree in front of our old house at 52 Kinnaird was the size of a forearm and perhaps 15 feet tall when we first moved here in 1978. Now it towers over the house at probably 75 feet in height.¶