...skinny dipping with thoreau...
No matter how many nice things I say about Boston, it will never change the fact that
where I lived was filthy. I don't think they know what street clean-up is in Allston.
The residents have to shoulder most of the blame though. If they would have moved their
cars on steet cleaning days, the roads probably wouldn't be so bad. But who wants to give up
a good spot? Not Boston's many selfish motorists.
Whenever the city life would get be too much, I would jump in the car and take the fifteen
minute drive to Walden Pond. It is a small oasis in an ever-sprawling metro area. The water
is clear and tiny ripples reflect the sun, it is like a scene from a painting. The history
that Walden contains carries in the air. It is obvious why Thoreau could seek refuge here.
On one brisk Friday morning a friend who teaches High School English was visiting. What
better activity than to take the literary junky to Walden Pond? It was 8:00am and we were the
only people in sight. It was a moment of peace, the place would be filling up with bathers
in only hour. I turned to my friend and said "Who's up for Skinny Dipping with Thoreau? We'll
make this moment memorable." The next thing I new I was in the water thinking about how my
life has been corrupted by automobiles, pollution, and the office life. Splashing in the water
it was an easy task to think that this is how old Henry would spend his Friday mornings...not a bad life.
This was a moment of freedom. My only regret is that it had to end...and it did. Facing the
cubicle on Monday morning was particularly hard.
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