In the end Morses Pond is the arbiter of memory, itself. What’s your Morses Pond? I’m sure mine was important… I just… can’t tell you why.

The Fourth of July in Wellesley used to be such a joyous affair: the bandstand, fireworks, the whole town dancing by Town Hall, under the stars.

Dreams and houses combine one last time, into a fan of mysteries. It’s been years in the making, and will be years yet before it’s explained.

Downtown is a good place for a conversation between adults, about returning to boyhood. Except when it becomes a returning neither one expected.

You’ll keep returning to Longfellow Pond long after you’ve replaced it in your memory with another Longfellow Pond, in some other city, in some future life.

A strange occurrence during Capture the Flag at Wellesley’s Tenacre Daycamp has far-reaching implications.

You can always count on Downtown to stay put. But just because it hasn’t moved doesn’t mean it’s the same downtown you left behind.

What would you say if you found yourself face to face with your first imaginary girlfriend, 20 years after the last day of school?

Maybe it wasn’t fair that Morses Pond had to fulfill so many needs, from childhood to the moment before college. Every town has one. This is mine.

Things happen when you’re 18 on the elementary school baseball field that were simply beyond your 10-year-old imagination.