Pulp (And Press) Fiction

A bitter, unforgiving, windy day in the windy city, and here in Lowell as well.  So how to escape the harsh March frostbitten kiss from Mother Nature?

Well, first you can go for a frigid trail run at Mine Falls in Nashua, with a bunch of other fools.  (Here's a quick glance at THAT idiocy.)

But AFTER that, it's time for a father-son tandem of writing and literature geeks to immerse themselves in one of their favorite Mill City locations, Mill No. 5  at 250 Jackson Street, and the too-cool-for-adjectives Pulp & Press IV!!!!!!

Andrew, ready to put the finishing touches on his MFA at Simmons, where he's immersed in a writing children's literature program, takes a moment to salivate over all the different printings of the Harry Potter collection at Serpentine Books and Collectibles, clearly a Slytherin stronghold.

Selling his wares, with his wife Roxanne by his side is the Blogfather himself, Dick Howe Jr.

His latest tome is Lowell Municipal Elections: 1965-2015, which covers the results of every city council and school committee race in Lowell over the past half century. The book also features coverage of mayoral elections, city managers, school superintendents and regional school committee members.  (For the paltry few who don't know, Dick's father was a member of the Lowell City Council for four decades!)

Across the hall, is Suzanne Dion one of the first copy editors ever subjected to the arduous task of having to read my raw copy as a U-Lowell co-op student way, way, WAY back in the days of my first foray into the professional world, at the Lowell Sun.   She's basking in the glory of retirement from the Fourth Estate, but is still doing her part to promote the written word for the city library, among other literary adventures.

Suddenly, a sighting!  Robert Zimmerman's hand-picked poet laureate for Lowell, Paul Marion, he-too of the recently retired but never quite stopping.

Kicking out copies of his Smokestack Lightning and the Witch at Rivermouth is Steve O'Connor

One of the most prolific letter writers in Lowell Sun history, J.F. Dacey had copies of his book, Take the Long Way Home rolling off the presses.  The novel covers some of Dacey's nights in 1979 when he worked as a taxi driver in Lowell.  If cabbies could talk, this is what they'd have to say...

Lloyd Corricelli of Tewksbury had copies of his Ronan Marino crime novels set in the Mill City.

And then lo and behold!  Another story of Mill No. 5 waiting to be explored!  A fifth story, no less!

A brand, spanking new artists and writers' gallery lines the walls of the historic mill's fifth floor, now!  And there were some incredible pieces of artwork to be found along this corridor.  Some gorgeously crafted work from the locals who got to bask not just in the glory of their product, but the sunlight heating the Middlesex Street side of the mill to boot! 

The event ran from noon to 5, but was pretty packed during Andrew and my quick jaunt through the hallways.  Sadly, the line at Coffee and Cotton was literally out the door, so a grilled cheese was off the menu for today.  Luckily, however, Elliott's Hot Dogs is just around the corner, and Walter Garside was there as always, ready to serve up a six pack to put a perfect coda on a perfect afternoon in downtown Lowell!

To keep tabs on all things fun and frivolous at Mill No. 5, visit the mill's webpage at 

Mill 5

And mark my words, in the not-too-distant future, I expect you'll see some of Andrew's written works gracing some of the tables of not just this great venue for writers, but some of the other great bookstores out there as well!

Put Me in the Zoo

True Confession Time:  as a very young child, before I discovered the wonders of comic books, not to mention all the other wonderful written prose that exists, I had two favorite books:  Green Eggs and Ham and this one, featuring Spot, who could change the color of his spots and even juggle them!

Okay.  That revelation aside, on to blogging.

I'm sure many of the loyal readers of this blog have been to the Smithsonian National Zoological Park in Washington, D.C.?

But how many of you have run through it?

I hadn't - at least until early in the morning before heading out of our nation's capital this past week.

A tip for the D.C. runners among us - get there right when the zoo grounds open, first thing in the morning.  The only folks in the place with me were fellow runners, the workers, a camera crew shooting pandas in action, and the gorgeous creatures you'll see in some of the pics that follow.

Though truth be told, as the day winds on, I'm not sure the 163 acre zoo in the middle of February is a premiere destination spot, so I can't say what the numbers ended up being like later on.  I can just tell you, if you're there as they open the gates, you've got your run of the digs.

The nearby Taft Bridge (which I ran over the previous morning) is guarded by four Perry Lions, named after sculptor Roland Hinton Perry.  Two of the lions rest on all fours with their heads tilted upward and mouths open while two others have their eyes closed, apparently sleeping.

Two of those bridge guardians were copied in bronze and now greet visitors at the Connecticut Avenue entrance to the zoo.

The National Zoo is one of the oldest in the United States. It's part of the Smithsonian Institution and has free admission!  Founded in 1889, its mission is to "provide engaging experiences with animals and create and share knowledge to save wildlife and habitats."

Lions, tigers and bears.

And zebras. In terms of running, zebras can run almost 40 miles an hour.

Bisons, who come to find out, can also run almost 40 miles an hour!

Elephants - damn things can apparently run at least 15 miles an hour.

Pretty deflating to find out I can't even outrun a damn elephant.

and Gorillas

(pretty sure I can outrun the statues, at least.  Real ones can run at least 20 miles an hour.) 

This would have been the time for Heather and Jackie to visit.  No snakes as far as the eye can see. 

Say hello to Uncle Beazley, a life-size fiberglass triceratops statue outside Lemur Island.  The dinosaur is named after one in the children's book the Enormous Egg by Oliver Butterworth.  (In the book, a boy finds an enormous egg that hatches a triceratops, which, when it becomes too big, it taken to the National Zoo's elephant house.)

This guy had the right idea 

The Wolf Pack was on the prowl 

Come to find out AFTER THE FACT, which explains why the TV crews and photographers were all aflutter outside the panda display - one of the panda bears is being shipped back to China this Tuesday.

Turns out her name is Bao Bao.

From the zoo's webpage, here's why she's heading to China:

As part of the cooperative breeding program with the China Wildlife Conservation Association (CWCA) that the Smithsonian’s National Zoo and Conservation Biology Institute participates in for giant pandas, all panda cubs born at the Zoo depart to live in China by age 4. In China, giant pandas participate in the breeding program when they reach sexual maturity between 5 and 6 years old.

Giant pandas are listed as “vulnerable” by the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN). There are an estimated 1,800 in the wild. Although that is an increase from the previous giant panda census, it is still not very many. The population remains vulnerable to threats from disease, climate change and habitat loss. Scientists in China are working to increase the number of wild pandas and their habitat. They are beginning to reintroduce pandas, born in human care, to the wild. It is possible that Bao Bao’s offspring or descendants may be reintroduced to the wild.  

You, too, can say Bye Bye Bao Bao by going here:

Bye Bye Bye

Like I said, get there early, you've got your run of the place 

The Lions of Winter

Again, if you're ever in D.C., make sure to visit the National Zoo and appreciate these magnificent creatures.  Don't be afraid to make a donation to support the institution.  You can do that here:

Donate to the National Zoo

And if you're lucky enough to get there early and have it in you, take a run on the wild side!

If you want to find out any more information about the zoo itself, visits its website here:

National Zoo

All that being said, I still don't understand why Spot opted for the circus, though.

A Monumental Run

It's February, the dead of winter, which also happens to be when I make a trek to our nation's capital each year to meet on behalf of my workplace with legislators that represent our district in D.C.  Been doing it for years, and it's helped yield some tremendous opportunities for Middlesex Community College over time.  This year included meetings and conversations with most members of the Massachusetts delegation.  Fingers crossed, we'll be able to identify some new funding sources for programs at MCC in the not-too-distant future.

But as regular readers of this blog knows, a trip to Washington also provides me with an opportunity to log some mileage on some of my favorite running courses in the United States.

The busy schedule on the Hill means an early bell for the runs, but truth be told, the early starts also help provide a peaceful and very introspective feeling to the runs, as the pathways aren't packed yet with the bustling crowds that will overtake most of the monuments that line the National Mall during the later hours.  Sure, the temps are a bit chillier, but it's a give-and-take.  The ability to run unimpeded by crowds enhances the overall experience.  And bonus - NO SNOW!

Anytime I'm out there and see folks taking selfies or splitting camera duties as they take pics of one another at the sights, I always volunteer to take their pic as a whole group.  And in turn, they capture an obligatory shot of me running with some of the inspirational tributes to our nation in the background.

D.C. has my favorite architecture in the U.S. of A.  (See: Supreme Court, Capitol, etc.) 

But peppered throughout the city are literally HUNDREDS of statues and tributes to some of the greats of our history.  Seriously - does ANYONE know how many statues and monuments the city actually boasts?

For example, Mahatma Gandhi.

"It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver."

Or the Andrew Jackson equestrian statue in front of the White House, which you can't even get near anymore, thanks to the chain link fences which push you back nearly a football field away from the White House fence.

"Heaven will be no heaven to me if I do not meet my wife there." - Andrew Jackson

Around the other side of the White House, a distant view from the other side of the Ellipse. 

Love this solitary white mulberry tree aside the Washington Monument.

According to historical records, the tree's been there for more than a century.  It first shows up in pictures somewhere around 1910 or so.  It features prominently in a famous 1969 photo of an anti-Vietnam March on the monument grounds.

Me, I just like it because it stands out so starkly against the otherwise empty horizon.

As you can see, the crowds cheering me on for my morning run were huge.  Bigly, in fact.  Right up there with Dr. King's I Have a Dream speech crowd. Or even Forrest Gump's anti-war protest speech.

I was waiting for Steve Rogers to run past shouting "On your left," but it wasn't meant to be. 

I owe it to my dad to stop by the Korean Conflict monument every time I pass through the Mall.  I thank him for his service each and every time.

Then the apex of the run, a quick jaunt up the steps to pay homage to our 16th President.

"No Days Off" - Abraham Lincoln

Over to the Vietnam Wall, with a quick stop at the Three Soldiers, by sculptor Frederick Hart.

"I see the wall as a kind of ocean, a sea of sacrifice that is overwhelming and nearly incomprehensible in the sweep of names. I place these figures upon the shore of that sea, gazing upon it, standing vigil before it, reflecting the human face of it, the human heart."  - Frederick Hart 

A sobering moment at the wall itself.  A Valentine delivered 50 years later to a fallen soldier.

Heading back to the hotel, with a pass by Albert Einstein.

"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving." - Albert E.

The Gate that started all the other Gates to follow. The original itself, Watergate. 

Running the Rock Creek Parkway, home beneath a seemingly endless array of bridges, of which this was one of the more interesting.  Turns out its the Dumbarton Bridge, connecting Dupont Circle and Georgetown.  Named after a town in Scotland.  Go figure!

I followed the pathways to the William Taft Bridge, which led me back not only to my hotel - but BONUS - a Dunkin Donuts, to  provide me with my morning cup of Joe to start the day off on the right feet!  Iced, no less!

On to the Hill! (Just lots of walking to be done there, alas, no more running.)

Adele Beckons

So a certain wonder-singer from Tottenham, London took home some top honors at last night's Grammy awards.
Congrats go out to Adele Laurie Blue Adkins for taking home five Grammys, including for album, song, and record of the year.

It was our friend, fellow E Streeter Martin Brewer who first clued many of us into the singer from his homeland, lo, so many, many years ago, before she ever said Hello to the world, and indoctrinated millions into her flock.  Martin used to rave about her and promised us that one day, this gal was going to make it big.  Martin was a prophet, he was.

So as everyone basks in the glory of Adele's triumphs at the Grammys, including her courageous restart for her malfunctioning George Michael tribute - WHAM! - here's a quick look back to a few months ago when I took my favorite Adele fan in all the world to an unforgettable concert by her favorite performer.

(Indulge me in this early love letter to my Valentine, courtesy of Adele and some of her songs that have charted music history.)

Jackie's the one I love saying Hello to every morning.

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

With your loving

There ain't nothing

That I can't adore

The way I'm running with you honey

Means we can break every law

No river is too wide or too deep for me to swim to you

Come whatever, I'll be the shelter that won't let the rain come through

Your love, it is my truth

And I will always love you

Love you

You look like a movie

You sound like a song

My God, this reminds me

Of when we were young

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

We were sad of getting old

It made us restless

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

Love you, hon - leaving you with another of Adele's songs, though, truth be told, it was written by one of MY faves - a man with similarly dulcet tones to Adele, Bob Dylan.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case,

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear,

And there is no one there to dry your tears,

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love