Under Cape Cod Waters in AlertDiver Magazine

Union Park Press is thrilled to announce that Under Cape Cod Waters by Ethan Daniels was featured in AlertDiver Magazine, Fall 2010.

“Not surprisingly, Ethan is concerned about the challenges facing the environments and inhabitants. As a scientist, his is intrigued. As a member of the local community, he is engaged. And as an artist, he communicates.

….This is a beautifully designed and printed book, both elegant and informative.” —Stephen Frink, AlertDiver Magazine

The digital version of AlertDiver Magazine is available online. You can find the review on page 18 in the digital version or page on 16 in the print version.

This beautiful hardcover book makes the perfect holiday gift for the Cape Cod enthusiast in your life. Remember, Union Park Press books are available at your local independent bookstore, Barnes & Noble or Borders, or through Amazon.com.

Congratulations, Ethan!

Goosebusters! (They’d love to chase turkeys, too)

Well, it’s the day before vacation and like my highly-distractable brethren throughout Greater Boston, I don’t want to work today. Instead, I’m watching videos- specifically, a new Youtube clip about Boston’s Goosebusters border collies who chase Canada Geese out of the Boston Public Garden.

Before you start objecting that Canada Geese have as much a right to the Public Garden as Mr. and Mrs. Mallard, read this Massachusetts Audubon article about them. If it weren’t for human intervention, these geese wouldn’t live in Boston at all; Massachusetts would be a mere stopover during their migrations. But they’re here now, and it’s our fault, and we need to manage them so that the Public Garden won’t become a giant field of goose dung.

And boy oh boy are the Goosebuster border collies happy to help! I’ve written about Goosebusters before, but without live action footage of the charming doggies running down geese. Let’s watch them, shall we?

Aren’t they charming? You can see them searching out geese in Dedham parks here. Enjoy watching them in your empty office this afternoon, and have a happy Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving Day Football in Boston

Thanksgiving weekend is almost here, and so is a four-day football feast that will serve up unlimited helpings of America’s favorite sport. While the Patriots will garner the media spotlight as they take on the Detroit Lions on Thanksgiving afternoon, nearly 100,000 fans will pack the bleachers and stand two or three deep behind roped-off end zones of high school football fields in the chill of Thanksgiving morning to watch timeless rivalries that are as much of a communal experience around Boston as the postgame family meal. It will be a fantastic pigskin doubleheader for die-hard Boston sports fans.

One of the most storied Turkey Day matchups takes place at Harvard Stadium when Boston Latin and Boston English take the field. These two high schools have such a rich history that Boston English, which was founded in 1821, is really a newcomer when it is compared to Boston Latin, America’s oldest school, founded in 1635. The two schools first butted heads on November 25, 1887, on Boston Common, and they haven’t stopped since, making the annual battle the longest uninterrupted high school football rivalry in the country. Latin took that first game, and it has dominated English in recent years. The game no longer draws twenty thousand fans as it did decades ago, but it is still part of the fabric of the city’s history.

Another fierce rivalry is the Thanksgiving tilt between Needham and Wellesley. The Rockets and the Raiders first played in 1882, and the matchup is the oldest public high school rivalry in the country. The early years of the rivalry were a bit colorful. The 1887 battle was declared a scoreless tie when spectators stormed the field and brought down runners heading toward the end zone. The contest the following year didn’t go much better. Wellesley withdrew in protest because Needham’s lineup included college and semiprofessional players, including a father of a Needham student. The 1896 tilt got off to an inauspicious start when the opening kickoff landed in the crowd, and the ball vanished. The game was delayed for nearly an hour before another ball could be found.

Thanksgiving matchups between Malden and Medford, Beverly and Salem, Amesbury and Newburyport, Durfee and New Bedford, Fitchburg and Leominster, Newton North and Brookline, and Falmouth versus Barnstable all date back to the 1800s. (Other traditional prep school rivalries, such as Phillips Andover-Phillips Exeter, that date back to the nineteenth century are played earlier in November.) Football fans have plenty of other enticing rivalries to choose from for their Thanksgiving viewing pleasure including East Boston-South Boston, Framingham-Natick, Brockton-Waltham, Lynn Classical-Lynn English, and Everett-Cambridge.

And for some real Thanksgiving flavor, take in the game between Plymouth North and Plymouth South. Football wasn’t on the menu at the first Thanksgiving feast in Plymouth Colony, but surely even those dour Pilgrims wouldn’t begrudge honoring another New England tradition.

High school teams in eastern Massachusetts that capture their league crowns and win an opening playoff game earn a slot in the Massachusetts Interscholastic Athletic Association’s Super Bowls. Since 2007, all Super Bowl games (except for one of the lower divisions) have been played at Gillette Stadium. The games are played on the second Saturday after Thanksgiving, with the slate of games starting at 9 AM. Tickets cost $13 for adults and $10 for children, students, and seniors. Tickets are good for all six games, but re-entry is not allowed. Parking is free, but no tailgating is allowed. The concession stands in the stadium are open, but alcohol is not served.

You can find more sports tips and history from Christopher Klein in his book, The Die-Hard Sports Fan’s Guide to Boston. Happy Turkey Day sports fans!

Boston Line by Line: Afterthoughts at the Hatch Shell

Prompt donated by the staff of Porter Square Books

“Just make sure she’s still dead,” he shouted over his shoulder as he ran toward the Hatch Shell. Harold didn’t want to go anywhere near the girl; he could still feel the massive amount of heat emanating from her body. A snaking trail of blood flowed from her gaping mouth down the side of her face, onto the concrete. How could she be lying here in the middle of this bike path?

He’d never liked her but it sickened him to think this was the chosen method to end their “business” arrangement.  Of course, “business” arrangement is too loose of a term.

They’d argued, he’d gotten mad, he’d pulled the pistol but all of a sudden he didn’t know what happened—he’d shot her because of a stupid rumor that she’d been cheating on him. “But had she?” he thought, as snip-its of the last few months of their relationship flooded his mind, momentarily paralyzing him.

The rain froze in time and the air was a labyrinth of hanging needles.

Then he remembered—he had heard the chirpy ring tone of her cell-phone coincide with the fall of her body. He got really confused because he thought he set it to a doorbell noise.

He couldn’t leave her like this, her hair plastered to the side of her face, her eyes still open. As he brushed her hair behind her ear, he scolded himself for having been too much of a coward to do it himself. He at least owed her that. Cheating? Who was he kidding—he cheated everyone. Harold wrapped himself in his raincoat and headed back to the apartment determined to set the record straight.

But, on the way, a cup of coffee seemed like a much better idea.

Contributors: Anna Alves, Hadley; liam Green, Brighton; Bonnie Blass, Philadelphia, PA; Chris Bartlett, Easton, MD; Leslie Rosenberg, Boston; Danielle Goldie, Boston; Orit Ditman, Arlington; S.K. Scanlan; Cambridge; Jessica Johns.

Boston Line by Line: Trash Treasures

Prompt donated by Susan Sloane,
Managing Editor of WCVB TV’s Chronicle

In all my years of picking through trash on Beacon Hill, I’d never seen anything like it. A glimmering light blinded my eyes as I pushed the plastic bags apart. I moved aside to get a closer view of the object; I felt a hard and smooth surface. Peering inside, I spied a black laptop computer on which, with bright red letters, was written “TOP SECRET —B. OBAMA.” I quickly surveyed the area to make sure no one was looking and stealthily slipped the laptop into my handbag.

I didn’t know who this “B. Obama” was, such a strange name, but somehow, I knew I needed this treasure—it would be my ticket off the streets. I ran as quickly as I could hoping no one would realize the prize I had stumbled upon. Stopping to catch my breath, I started to have second thoughts. It began to emit a beeping noise, at first barely audible but now progressively louder. And then…it stopped.

What was the scared person to do? Take a deep breath, and open the laptop.

It was just as I expected. The screen was blank and smoke slowly began to rise from the bottom of the laptop. I had been too late! Someone had detonated a small bomb inside of it, destroying any data it might have contained.

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that the promise that was America was about to evaporate.

Contributors: Bea, Boston; David; Ryan; Kate; Emily; Mary Rose; Donald Hess; Hira Nasir; Rita; Amy.

Noah’s Park: Boston Under Water by 2100

Last week, The Boston Harbor Association released new maps of Boston’s future floodplain; you can see the worst-case scenario map in this Boston Globe blog. If you’re curious about Boston’s past floodplain, take a look at the Mapping Boston site’s Composite Map of Boston, which shows where land was filled since 1630. Actually, you don’t need to examine both maps. One will do. In short, Boston’s made land—including the entire Back Bay, the South End, half of South Boston, North Station, and Faneuil Hall, not to mention a huge swath of East Cambridge and Charlestown—will probably go underwater by 2100, and perhaps much sooner.

Mind you, they’re (fairly) dry today. The Boston Harbor Association (TBHA) maps track future flooding due to climate change. When the world warms up, glaciers melt, adding more water to the ocean, and the ocean itself expands as the water heats. It’s obvious that this warming is happening. What isn’t clear is just how much bigger the ocean will get, and exactly when that will happen. Scientists estimate that the Boston harbor is going to rise somewhere between 2.5 and 5 feet by 2100.

By itself, a 2.5 foot ocean rise doesn’t seem like such a big deal. Hey, Boston’s daily tidal range is about 10 feet—and the map of the day-to-day effects of a 2.5 foot ocean rise shows a few wharves under water, and not much else. Big deal. You’d think the New England Aquarium could deal with having their piers sink under the sea.

The problem is that the Boston Harbor’s water isn’t level. The ocean has tides, and sometimes tides are higher than others. In Boston, the year’s highest tides come in the spring… when Boston has a lot of rain. In a hundred-year-storm—a storm which has a one percent chance of occurring in a given year—Boston’s harbor water already rises by five feet during a 100-year-storm surge. If that surge happens when it’s low tide, no one cares—it doesn’t even reach high tide level. If it happens at high tide, there’s a flood.

The TBHA’s maps show what will happen when a 100-year-storm strikes at low tide, at high tide, and at the highest spring tide after the harbor has risen 2.5 feet. Once the harbor has risen 2.5 feet a five-foot storm surge makes the New England Aquarium a bit damp, but life goes on. Things look worse if the storm surge hits at high tide; now, South Boston, the Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy Greenway, Faneuil Hall and stretches of Route 93 are under water (including the exits under the Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy Greenway).

If you want to see the outline of the original pre-Boston Shawmut peninsula, though, take a look at the map of what would happen if a 100-year-storm hits during spring high tide and overflows the Charles River dam. And there it is; the dry land shows the area the Reverend William Blackstone deeded to the Puritans in 1630 (minus the three mountains Bostonians tore down to start making new land in the mudflats). I’m not the only one to notice: commenters on the Boston Globe site saw the connection too.

What is to be done? Remember, these projections are for the best-case scenario of the Boston Harbor rising just 2.5 feet; it could rise twice that much, as Architecture Boston showed earlier this year. We can’t just load the Kennedy Greenway onto Noah’s Park Ark to save it from being deluged with salt water—much less all of South Boston. Apart from the devastation to homes, businesses, Route 93 and the MBTA, I doubt that Boston’s historic trees will take kindly to sitting in salty water seasoned with motor oil for days. Also, parks aren’t a high priority after a disaster. New Orleans lost more than 100,000 trees after Hurricane Katrina, and just got around to replanting 4,000 trees this year.

The Massachusetts Department of Health has a Center for Disease Control (CDC) grant to assess the effects of climate change; we might be spared the worst human wreckage of a flood. Architects are trying to imagine how to plan buildings that might last 75 years, so they might be in good shape. But our landscape will change. We may engineer some way to divert the waters—a seawall? Dutch-style pumps?— which I suspect will be resisted as strenuously as Cape Wind’s turbines, or we may simply witness the destruction of our city’s tree canopy, parks, and historic buildings. Take your photos for the grandkids now: this is the “before” era. Before what, I’m not sure.