OK, OK, come on you guys.
I too have been woken up by the jackhammers, moved my car at 7 in the morning because they put a sign up five minutes earlier telling us they would be paving another two feet of the endlessly changing road, and lugged my kids across the piles of mud and loose stones.
But I think we need to give this little park a chance!
And this is why:
When I was a kid the majority of Brattle Street, leaving Harvard Square, was lined with lilac bushes, and around May day of every year the whole street would stink of lilac, and my mom would sneak out and cut lilac branches and bring them home and the whole house smelled like Brattle Street.
But in the past couple of decades the fashions have changed, and my dad and I have noticed that the more modern gardens on Brattle Street have removed their ancient lilac bushes, in favor of things like alliums and Japanese Maples.
I love this funny, too-hot-in-the-bright-sun, where-is-the-art-?-Oh,-there-it-is,-that-teeny-tiny-mosaic-over-there, technology-meets-community-what-? park because someone made the decision to plant lilac bushes all over it, and that is what Cambridge means to me! read more