Birding in Boston

The New England Literary Tour continues around the Common and the Gardens.

First stop, Edgar Allen Poe Square, where a statue of a harried-looking Poe stands. Or strides. His suitcase disgorges a large raven, some books and papers, and a Tell-Tale Heart. The bronze statue was designed by Stefanie Rocknak. Poe is actually buried in Baltimore, where every year on his birthday, “a masked man would leave three red roses and a bottle of cognac on his grave.” My old office in the Institute of Human Virology was conveniently located between Poe’s final resting place and Babe Ruth’s birthplace. Never saw the masked man, but the occasional raven could be spotted flying around.

Less creepy and farther down Charles Street, toward Beacon Hill, is a tribute to children’s author, Robert McCloskey. Low to the ground, is a string of pint-sized bronze ducklings being led through the Garden by mom.


Anyone seen my stuff?

This last trip to Colorado was a chance to try out Apple’s AirTags. They didn’t work as well as I expected. Sitting in IAD outside of D.C., the tags kept telling me the luggage was still in Denver. Then as we boarded a flight back to R.I. the tags suddenly reported the luggage was with us. So, really, I had no idea where the bags were until they dropped onto the carousel in Baggage Claim. Maybe these things are better at stalking people than tracking suitcases.