For Donna

Scott Lord

The Beacon Hill Tomato Soup Romance

Fifteen years ago, when Donna and I had first began living together-dating I took Donna to lunch at Government Center, Boston. It may sound hearts and flowers, but she wanted tomato soup. It may sound hearts and flowers but I went through the clouds with the thought, "All I want to is to buy you your tomato soup....that's all you want is tomato soup". Today she suprised me after a week of celebrating our anniversary with flowers in the kitchen and a balloon in the living room by ordering tomato soup on Beacon Hill, which reminded me of our first week together. In the photograph you'll notice that we haven't gotten the chance to return the bathroom key yet. Thank you Donna. Scott Lord

Our Fifteenth Anniversary

I'm busy with our anniversary, we've already been to both Boston and Cambridge, but when I'm not busy and can write I have a corner that overlooks the skyline. (Boston for breakfast, Cambridge for lunch, I have a way of thanking her for her company by telling her there were 180 dates of that type in downtown Boston, not counting Sunday mornings.) Donna is Christian and I'm not Buddhist, or rather I haven't studied enough comparative religion- its superficial to say I'm of Kerouac's background but not quite his area- but still, its my writing corner with a superfantastic view. We did get a present, our friend and my mentor who was a surf champion (he was the goofy foot that defeated Midget Farrelly if you happen to be from Malibu....I'm hoping he makes surf hall of fame.) told Donna the story of his sailing to Honolulu on a custom built katamaran, which was a nice addition to our celebrating. The pointsettia in the middle was a gift from Donna's friend. Thank you Donna for fifteen years of living together and being my "superfantastic" girlfriend. Scott Lord

Paul Revere’s Ride to Lexington Concord 1775

I had a heart attack several years ago so we called in sick from the church library to day for a pastrami and cheese here in Cambridge rather than our weekly Sunday on Boston Common.

(To be honest, for a year or so we would vist West Concord- by the Ocean Spray headquarters there's a neat path through the woods to the Assabet river, but not really Lexington-Concord together yet... optimistically, its a new Space Age and I'm from Massachusetts; Donna's from New Jersey.) These are from a Houghton-Mifflin 1907 volume; for a while in high school I was a collector, which essentially, roundaboutly, at first brought me to Cambridge. There was something inspirational that our church bought the office next door that housed Little and Brown- so I had a period of collecting them during Modern Times. Again, we became the tallest church spire in America after competing with the Old North Church, which was in 1809. Our apartment in Cambridge is in a section of Cambridge which was active during the Revolutionary War.

This is The Old North Church in Boston with Donna sitting nect to me. If you are writing a book titled something like The Art of the Revolutionary War may I send you my best- history can quickly become art history. These are from Paul Revere's Engravings, which I found first and need time to look at. Scott Lord

Just watching T.V. from Scott and Donna

Scott Lord Scott Lord on Film I was on the North Shore of Massachusetts, just around the corner from Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary and Manchester by the Sea and Donna was on the Jersey Shore in Tom's River, when we landed on the Earth's Moon. We can't really see The Massachusetts Institue of Technology from our apartment, although we see people from there at church- we are on the other side of the Longfellow Bridge in effect. Even though we are on the thirteenth floor and can see The Bridge, The Boston Garden, The Boston Science Museum, The Prudential and the John Hancock, the moon passes the Boston Skyline without Smoots and his study of units and groups of units or and without the M.I.T campus. (I have two online certificates from the Art/History department but I'll find other MOOCs later). Just watching T.V.

Another Rainbow from our apartment

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Donna read a poem by Emily Dickinson over Zoom today

Altogether, Donna and I have spent over three hours on ZOOM. This afternoon she read a poem by Emily Dickinson. She speeded up the pace during the middle of it. She reminisced a little about things I might have neglected to blog about, one being when we found fourty dollars in the shopping plaza and she attributed it to the spirit of a then recently deceased neighbor, who would have wished her well on finding it. I still owe that much to a church member who replaced a similar amount when we lost it in the subway machine. I told her I would give him at least twenty of it next time we are there after covid- its been a couple years now, so we might have to get him something instead. Here is the poem.

The Diary of Anne Frank, Loeb Experimental Theater

There is a beautiful garden adjacent to the entrance of the Loeb Experimental Theater Harvard-Radcliffe.



I took this photo for all those familiar with the Boston subway system as a souvenir.




To begin May this year, we saw a production of The Dairy Of Anne Frank. It is well worth seeing any play at the venue because of its size, which is intimate. Keep in mind you would want to know theory behind the Theater of the Twnetieth century before providing a criticism. Of the students and don’t take for granted that there are volumes written on Theater by authors from Harvard as well as European authors that made the century fertile for those who study it.
The was a voice over reading of excerpts from The Diary of Anne Frank inserted into the play that provide a reference for the audience into the story, emotionally from the view of the character and I. Regard to the plot line.
After the performance a talk was given by a Rabbi, but my wife was not feeling up to it. I made sure to say Thank You to some of the cast members after the performance.

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

I think I said “God Bless Him” when I saw singer Frankie Valli coming towards us as large as life to sign autographs. The Theater was incredibly small and we had Orchestra seats, but our transportation was arranged from Boston to Medford and then Medford to Cambridge with an hour and a half wait. There were youths with old album covers waiting in the driveway and due to it taking about three quarters of an hour for the singer Valli to make it to his limousine, we happenned to by that time have had no where else to wait for our ride.
We did purchase a CD after the concert, but not one of the autographed copies. We quickly handed it to someone from the Theater along with the cardboard long playing album covers and they asked me to take off the plastic. I had two minutes to unwrap the C.D. While Frankie Vallie was signing less than a handful of autographs.
Donna walked over to him and said, “You’re from Newark. I’m from Tom’s River, New Jersey.” Apparently, he smiled.

That was last night- right now I’m in the same chair I was in during the Boston Marathon Bombing, in what is technically
Allston/Brighton, one subway stop after B.U. West, a little down from the B.U bridge,on the side of the school opposite to the Citgo Sign.

Christmas Downtown Boston

Downtown Boston, Book Launch

December, 2018

I came back from the store.

Rainbow from Our Apartment

Ordinary night, beginning of autumn, running an errand

On the Charles River, Boston

Harvard University

Memorial Drive, looking toward Boston

Donna, Boston Skyline July Fourth

My roomate, fiancée, for seven years and one month.

Donna at Park Street