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The construction, involving 250 glass panels, would go on the side of Cannon Mountain, former residence of the Old Man, and you could go inside the damn thing. (How about a bar, too?) New Hampshire officials still mull suggestions for rebuilding the Old Man or putting up some other attractiom to distract travelers in Franconia Notch, but the economy makes that more and more unlikely. Perhaps they'd do better publicizing the nearby home of the late, great Robert Frost instead. Not that many people, but a better demographic than Mt. Rushmore-style gawkers. XXX
We are now in that explosive part of the belated New England spring that, no matter how old you are, produces that sweet melancholy of the about-to-graduate student. Odd that the season most of us long for all winter so often produces such ambivalent feelings when it arrives in full flower. As many feelings of mortality as vitality. T.S. Eliot was on to something in that famous opening to The Wasteland. So was Scott Fitzgerald when in The Great Gatsy he has someone say that life starts all over again in the fall. |
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