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| Hawk Hill Road, site of my future house |
Like a lot of people, my first experience of Lincoln was probably biking through it. And like others, I thought- How can a place this rural and beautiful be so close to Boston? At least I think that's how it started, it was probably over thirty years ago.
I lived in Arlington back then, near Spy Pond, and while Lincoln was close enough to ride to, it was quite a ways away financially. So it remained a place to visit, both physically and psychically. I thought of it as a "someday, when"... place.
A few years later I was invited to the Pierce House for my girlfriend's brother's wedding. It was a beautiful early fall day, and as we dined on the side porch I got that nagging Lincoln feeling again.
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