Memo to self: It’s time to go back

We visited Lowell, Massachusetts, last summer and toured the national park that preserved its historic mills and canals. It was a delightful day that also included some first-class cheap eats – the Viet Thai restaurant and Sowy’s Hispanic bakery, both on Merrimack Street near City Hall are delightful.

If you’ve been wondering about the location of the photos accompanying the Big Inca postings the past month and a half, they’re mostly from that outing. I could have shot much, much more if I weren’t trying to observe things through my own eyes first.

Our highlight was a boat tour that took us through a working canal lock, raising us to the level of the Merrimack River on the other side of the gate. That leisurely route took us out on the river above the dam and falls and then back to downtown – a 90-minute excursion in all. Think of it as an American industrial Venice.

This time we intend to hit a couple of museums that aren’t part of the park – including the National Textiles Museum, which houses many of the famed calicos made in our own city, and the streetcar museum (after all, the streetcar is also a legendary sandwich in my newest novel, What’s Left.)

Another draw, if you’re interested, is the huge folk festival every summer. And there’s always the Jack Kerouac trail for devoted readers.

Now, to view the trip though the canal lock, just click on the photos for the big view.

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Well, here we are

I live in an old red house with an old red barn in an old milltown in New England. The house and barn are crammed with old books, and I, too, am getting old. This story’s a souvenir of my youth.

Still, I love the thought of living in a mill tower.

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The clock tower of the Ayer Mill in Lawrence, Massachusetts, is much grander than anything in Bill's project. In fact, I think it's the most impressive mill tower in New England. Just imagine living there, though ... assuming no bells toll the hour.
The clock tower of the Ayer Mill in Lawrence, Massachusetts, is much grander than anything in Bill’s project. In fact, I think it’s the most impressive mill tower in New England. Just imagine living there, though … assuming no bells toll the hour.

Hardly a placid workplace

Water-powered mills shook and clanked throughout as the current that crashed into the waterwheel connected to gears, loops of leather belts, axles, and all the machinery along the lines.

These mills were very noisy places.

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Bigger and newer than the mills Bill tackles, this one in Lawrence, Massachusetts, embodies some of the same potential he envisions.
Bigger and newer than the mills Bill tackles, this one in Lawrence, Massachusetts, embodies some of the same potential he envisions.

As for the heart

The Chicken Farmer knows about funky and making do out in the hollows just beyond places like yrUBbury. There’s nothing ostentatious in this landscape, town or country. The Farmer might even work regular shifts in one of the factories simply to make ends meet. After all, chickens can’t do it all alone.

As for Bill, both he and the Chicken Farmer are about finding love and loving, when it’s right.

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The Connecticut River makes a great bend below the dam at Turners Falls, Massachusetts.
The Connecticut River makes a great bend below the dam at Turners Falls, Massachusetts.