— January 2005 —

Holden Green

The entrance to Holden Green looked much different than it did when I first arrived in the Fall (page 1).

Snow car

Dad was amused by the way the snow was carved from around this car over the course of the week, leaving it neatly encased in a nicely shaped block of snow. The SUV behind it had been shoveled out and driven earlier in the week.


Icicles at Holden Green.

Icicles at Quincy Market

When the weather cleared up a little Dad and I took the train to Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market, where Dad admired these amazing icicles.

A gift to Boston from wealthy merchant Peter Faneuil in 1742, this landmark hall always functioned as a public market and town meeting place. Revolutionary gatherings packed the hall and in 1763 Samuel Adams used it as a forum to suggest that the American colonies should unite against British oppression, hence the building’s nickname “Cradle of Liberty.”

By 1800 the hall had already become far too small to hold the overflow crowds and the building was expanded in 1805–1806 by Charles Bulfinch, one of America’s first and most influential professional architects.

He rose to prominence with his 1795 design of the Massachusetts State House and many neighboring Beacon Hill mansions. His influence is still visible today in Massachusetts General Hospital, Charlestown Navy Yard (where the USS Constitution is berthed, see page 9), and the U.S. Capitol Building in Washington, D.C.

I’m proud to have worked this summer (July–August 2005) in Boston for the architecture firm he founded: Shepley, Bulfinch, Richardson and Abbott (SBRA).

Quincy Market

The centerpiece building of the former historic Faneuil Hall produce and meat market has a façade with four Doric columns which were the largest single pieces of granite quarried in the U.S. at the time.

The 535-foot colonnaded hall, dedicated in 1826, contains a spectacular Rotunda and is now filled with fast food stalls, souvenir shops and a comedy nightclub.

Dad couldn’t resist enjoying a delicious “snack” of oysters on the half shell, steamed mussels and Boston (of course) clam chowder to tide him over until dinner time.



At a branch of Cheers, the cafe and bar made famous by the TV series. Notice the wooden cutout of Frazier on the left in the top photo.

Icicles at Quincy Market

Statue at Quincy Market

Snow and ice at Quincy Market.

Azra and me

My new roommate Azra arrived on Sunday afternoon from New York on the same train that Dad and I were taking back from Quincy Market. Dad noticed her on the same car, sitting across the aisle from where we were standing, although he didn’t know it at the time, until she called my cellular phone and met us at the Harvard Square train station. We walked back to the apartment from the station together.

Here we are in Harvard Yard with Memorial Church in the background. Azra’s poor suitcase suffered many indignities on the walk home; the sidewalks and street corners hadn’t been cleared in many places so the suitcase was dragged like a sled, sometimes upside-down, over snowbanks and on its side through the narrower single-file passageways.

Azra and me

Azra and I are enjoying the warmth of our living room, wearing our respective school’s sweatshirts: MIT (“Massachusetts Institute of Technology” fully spelled out) and Harvard; Azra is also wearing her Princeton sweatpants.

Dad bought a warm Harvard sweatshirt to wear under his coat and a nice Harvard scarf, which both served him well during his visit. He left them with me for my use during the remainder of this winter and for his use on future visits.


On the Saturday before Dad left, he rented a humungous SUV so we were able to drive around — all day! — to purchase some of the bulky furnishings and supplies that we needed from a Japanese grocery store, Ace hardware, Target, Home Depot, Office Depot … you get the idea. This is what the living room looked like after unloading. At first we laughed at the rediculous size of the car but after managing to completely fill it up, we decided it was just the right size after all.

Despite the “Great Blizzard of ’05” and shuttling us around, Dad had a very enjoyable visit, especially gastronomically. We’re fortunate to have some of the best restaurants just around the corner or within walking distance: Dali (Spanish: tapas, sangria), Kabob Factory (very good Indian cuisine, despite the name), EVOO (for Extra Virgin Olive Oil, nouvelle cuisine patterned after Thomas Keller’s famous French Laundry in Napa), East Coast Grill, Casa Portugal, Pho Pasteur (Vietnamese), Pinnochio’s (pizza with a delicious crust), Blue Fin (Japanese), Punjabi Dhaba (Indian), Thirsty Scholar (good selection of beer and surprisingly good food for a pub), Toscannini’s (bakery, coffee and ice cream), and many more, including Sabur, a Mediterranean restaurant Azra knew, where we enjoyed (really enjoyed) our first Bosnian food and wine.

The refrigerator rapidly became stuffed with leftovers as we became equally stuffed with great food meal after meal.