I somehow suspected that the new library would not be finished before I moved away from Cambridge. It took perhaps ten years to complete this project. First, there was an interminable years of decision making about where to locate the building. Some, including me, favored a Central Square location. But, in the end, a site adjacent to the old main library was selected. Then, another interminable design phase came. Finally construction began. The library now had opened. According to Robert Campbell, in his Boston Globe review of the building, it took 15 years and $10 million of state funds and $81 million of city money to build it. The library has a floor plan and other information about the building on its website.
Time will tell about how well this building functions as a library and public building. Part of this result will depend on the library staff being inventive and welcoming to public events in the lecture hall in the second basement and the other open spaces in the building. The new building does not have the encompassing warmth of the old building with its dark woods and somewhat less vast spaces.
In further proof that Hudson is part of America and more like Cambridge than first glances might reveal, an old love seat has disappeared from the alley running behind our house.
Saturday, with more than a little help from our friend Chris Brown, we moved an old love seat downstairs and out to the “barn”. As we were lugging this gem down the stairs, Chris said “Let’s put it out on the street and someone will come and take it away.”
I replied, “Well, in Cambridge that would be a completely safe strategy. We once put an old metal office desk on the street only to see it scooped up by students living across from us literally within minutes. But, I am not so sure about putting old furniture on Warren St. in Hudson. I have never seen anything like that here. But, lets put it in the alley. Plenty of people go by out there.”
So, that is exactly what we did. I came back a bit later and put a sign on it, “Free”.
Later that night I went out back and saw that no one had taken us up on our “free” love seat. Then, I flashed back to a memory from our Western Ave. Cambridge days. During a move from one side of the street to the other, we left an old sofa bed on the side walk. In the middle of the night we awoke to fire engines dousing a fire set in the sofa. With that in mind, I pushed our love seat a bit closer to the edge of the alley and a bit further from our very combustible barn.
Next morning, I went out to the barn and opened the door. The only evidence of our love seat was a slightly crumbled “free”.