A walk through suburbia

It's not as serious as dodging sniper fire on the tarmac in Bosnia, but these suburban roadway present their own hazards. Many of the roads don't have sidewalks and can be quite narrow, particularly when SUVs in a hurry are taking up both lanes. Fortunately, the snow banks have melted away, so Marley and I can step into the safety of someone's muddy lawn.

Although most people associate Holden with the land of mega-houses, there are a lot of five-, four-, and even three-room houses nestled along the older side streets, houses built 50 to 75 years ago on a quarter-acre tucked into what had been woods. These houses don't always age well. They weren't built with the best of materials or by the best carpenters. Nevertheless, they were and are someone's home.

Yesterday, as Sandra, Marley, and I walked to the Worcester line, two large shadows passed over us, blocking the noon sun. Two hawks were flying low, looking for lunch.