Nothin' like a city lake, and nothin' like the Harriet North Beach, where popcorn, bikers, bikinis, runners, rollerbladers, and various freaks parade by, giving the fleeting months of June-July-August the feel of endless summer. Let the suburbs have their way-too-crowded pay-to-swim pools. We'll ignore the lifeguards and let the dog swim and ruminate on the fact that Henry David Thoreau waded in these waters in the spring of 1861. That visit prompted Thoreau Society Member Albert Butler to... More »
