Hubbard Hall Writer's Project

"Twilight ending and a bright new beginning"
The Cambridge Hotel in the background

Tonight a a man became a boy. A few hours ago I was a young Ralphie tearing open the wrapping on his Red Ryder BB gun. I entered historic Hubbard Hall in Cambridge in search of something and I found it. I climbed the wide, well traveled steps to the top of the landing and land I did. I discovered a place that felt like it had been waiting patiently for me to arrive. Tonight was the first meeting of the Hubbard Hall Writer's Project being choreographed by author Jon Katz. A small intimate group of hungry creators gathered to share ideas and stories. Like a bubbling spring, stories and personalities emerged and swirled about. I felt at home. I felt welcome. Although at ease, my pulse was racing. It is racing still. I am among friends here. I will log my journey over the weeks ahead. I will do it here. There is much to tell. For now it is late and I am tired. Tomorrow will come too quickly but not quickly enough. I have been recharged and rejuvenated. Thank you to my beautiful wife for her support. Today will be 38 years of it. Happy Anniversary! This post is dedicated to you.