D is for Dusk

DuskIn the dusk, the neighborhoods are at their peak of life. The corners are busy. Outside, in front of houses, in folding chairs and on stoops, the people of the dusk sit, sometimes to talk, sometimes just to sit. A door opens, and everybody in a ten-yard radius knows what that household served for dinner. . .These are good smells, the smells of life and sustenance, of foods transplanted from Europe and Russia, from Jamaica and Hong Kong, from Mississippi and Aguadilla, all simmering in American-made pots.

The text is from “Changing Boston,” by Alan Lupo and Caryl Rivers, from Boston, the Official Bicentennial Guide. Click here to read it online, or download it free, from the Internet Archive.

artwork by Joanne Stanbridge 2015