Once Upon A Time in the East, or Comin' over the Gap

Prelude-
Last Night in my genial Hometown of Boston I watched the Movie "X-Men ..." after walking down Boylston Street and inside the edge of the Boston Public Garden. Charles Sumner's statue was looking towards what is now the Four Seasons Hotel, so I stopped in front of the statue and ate some delicious chicken vegetable tortilla soup given to me quite unexpectedly by the kindest of folk at a restaurant down in Providence, Rhode Island, near the Amtrak. I had ordered only a coffee and some vegetable spring roll with my meager funds, but to my surprise they gave me two large containers full of vegies and chicken as I was rushing to catch a ride Back to the Beantown. Voila! Merci Beaucoup.   I do think it was chicken tortilla Soupe.  Thank you all and all the Alexanders, Als and Alejandros now... and forever. PEACE, Gutes Essen + Shalom!



Cumberland
@ 7:33 PM,
June 24, 2011
Once upon a time there was shining gold hot light and smoke BURNING INSIDE the Town of Boston. All was deep. All was intense, intense and hot burning - TRUE. And, there he was railing against or to God and against the Devil. He stood deep and tense, Cotton Mather - the Mathers. Pure white starched collars (see The Barnacle poem of Oct. 12, 2010), the Mathers against all and the World - Oh. Increase! Cotton! ------ Sunday the white clouds and blue ocean sky, and sailboats in The HARBOR. Who knows the depth of those days and Nights of Smallpox, of smoke, of heat. A Hell or No. Oh BOSTON!    There they came.   AND NOW THEY STAND IN THE DARK OF THE DAMP NIGHT, last Evening. SENATOR Charles Sumner, and Wendell Phillips, both behind the Reverend CHANNING'S STATUE, A SUMMIT OF GRANITE.  
"WE NEVER SHALL EVER BUY AND SELL MEN AND WOMEN." THANK GOD AND and Nancy, my NANCY and her family and especially the late Abe and Lee. I guess the Slotnick/Linsey/Rosenfield men are rather slow.



Coming up and OVER THE CUMBERLAND GAP

BY TRAIN we headed down into the deep land under the Mountains of Pennsylvania of vast dark coal and oil propelling us to the West and to Texas.

ON my Left along with my heart was NATHAN. Nathan Appleton, Francis Cabot Lowell's cousin, PARTNER and companion before in Scotland and the Midlands of England visiting the Cotton Textile Mills.     And even Russell Sturgis who went off sadly to England NEVER TO RETURN. AND, To my RIGHT THEY were all there Abbott, Amos, J.P., the other Sturgises, P. C. Brooks a vast array.

As we proceeded westward, the train had gone slowly up the gap.
I practiced my Transcendental Meditation and TM - Sidhi Program.