I've written about the old location of the Out of The Blue Art Gallery on Prospect Street and what it's become. Yesterday, after I finished what I had to do in Central Square, I went by the old spot and noticed the gate to back yard, usually closed, was open wide. I took a look.
I remember the backyard barbecues and workshops, some of the best parts of all my times there. It's where I met my girlfriend Lynne Sticklor and inevitably got involved with Stone Soup. It must have been Tom Tipton who put in a pond. To the best of my memory, it actually had fish in it at one point.
The pond is gone, as well as any evidence that people once enjoyed that small space. It's now just a patch of land meant only to look nice and impress visitors who likely don't care. Purposeless, much like the building in general today.
I remember the backyard barbecues and workshops, some of the best parts of all my times there. It's where I met my girlfriend Lynne Sticklor and inevitably got involved with Stone Soup. It must have been Tom Tipton who put in a pond. To the best of my memory, it actually had fish in it at one point.
The pond is gone, as well as any evidence that people once enjoyed that small space. It's now just a patch of land meant only to look nice and impress visitors who likely don't care. Purposeless, much like the building in general today.
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