This was the street I first drove down when I came to Cambridge, more than 15 years ago, there was a dog lying right on the yellow lines, I pulled over and went over to see if he was all right, and he growled at me, I saw that I woke him up from his nap. He belonged to a shopkeeper across the street who said he slept there every day from noon to 2 p.m. It’s too busy for that now, but Cambridge still feels like a small town. There is the diner, the bookstore, Hubbard Hall, an artist’s co-op, the old Opera House, a realtor’s office and a bead store. I came by at dusk, last light. This is my town now, and I live here and I love it.