The Boston Rally for Science, a satellite of the March for Science being held today in Washington, D.C. was organized to celebrate the discovery, understanding, and sharing of scientific knowledge as crucial to the success, health, and safety of the human race.  Jeanine, good friend Carolyn Hardy and I joined tens of thousands gathered on the Common to champion not only science itself, but also publicly funded and publicly communicated scientific knowledge as a pillar of human freedom and prosperity.  The intermittent rain was of little consequence and did not dampen the crowd’s enthusiasm. Arriving early we secured a great position from which to observe the stage.

Jeanine and I returned to Boston again later in the evening to attend a performance by comedian Rita Rudner at the Wilbur Theater.  Her insights into the differences between men and women were hysterically spot on. Highly recommended if you ever get a chance to catch her act.

Today’s photos are courtesy of Maya who is on the campus of Washington University in St. Louis. It is the only remaining school on her short list which she has not visited.  With just over a week remaining before her college choice must be made, it is a very exciting time.  I am confident she will get a great education and enjoy any of the schools she is considering.  My advice to her is to pick the school where she will find the most joy and make the happiest memories.

After driving Maya to the airport (she is traveling to St. Louis to attend Washington University’s Accepted Candidates Day), I enjoyed catching up with former iRobot colleague Rob Figler (standing left) over lunch today. An extremely talented engineer/manager and one of the nicest people you will ever meet, we share an interest in hiking and the great outdoors.

Small engine repair and lawn mowing occupied the rest of my afternoon.  I had to take apart and clean the fuel path on an old 21″ push mower that has been sitting idle for the last five years.  Unfortunately I got it to work and spent the next 3 hours mowing our back field cursing my decision to sell our John Deere riding mower at every turn.

Fatigued from the 4-mile (calculated) tour of my backyard, I was not expecting much of myself during a makeup soccer match played under the lights this evening.  Surprisingly, I managed to step up with a pivotal goal. An abbreviated account of the match written by the team manager follows:

Concord United 2, Medfield 2

45^th minute – CU 0, Medfield 1.  We gift them a penalty kick inside the box.

60^th minute – CU 0, Medfield 2.  A passing combination frees their young left striker who comes in on goal.  Troupe comes off his line but their striker chips the ball nicely to the upper corner.

70^th minute.  CU 1, Medfield 2.  A nice set piece cross by Fisch is glanced on a charging header by Michael.  The ball heads left of the goal, and probably 21 players assumed it was going out for a goal kick.  Carl’s back post flying header proves otherwise.

80^th minute. CU 2, Medfield 2.  On a counterattack George sends a long pass to Eric who finds Baltay charging in undefended from the right. Baltay calmly puts the ball away inside the back post.

This game was a tale of two cities.  The first sixty minutes belonged to Medfield, with occasional spasms of life by us.  Carl’s great goal breathed life into us, and after Baltay scored it even looked like we could win, until a spurt by Medfield in the last five minutes forced us back on defense.  A well deserved tie, and I believe we carry the momentum into Medfield for Week 6.

After putting so much work into the repair of our irrigation system over the past week, I decided to replace our antiquated controller with a modern wi-fi connected unit.  In addition to enabling control from our phones and computers, the software keeps track of temperature, rainfal,l and humidity to reduce water use when possible.  I installed the unit in less than an hour. Identifying, mapping, and programming all eleven zones in our system took another two. Going forward the system should operate with almost zero intervention while saving thousands of gallons of water.

Maya has been driving our Audi Q5 since I picked up my BMW i3. It has been fairly reliable except for problems related to Nicolai’s attempt to add engine oil by way of the radiator. It is now in the shop after stranding her at Tufts while visiting Caleb. The dealership to which we had it towed has been completely unresponsive.  They have little motivation (other than their reputation, one would think) to respond quickly when the car cannot be taken elsewhere without being towed.

For the first time since moving here 13 years ago, I took the time to witness the Boston Marathon. It was intensely inspiring; a profound tribute to human spirit and grace. I arrived in Wellesley near the 12 mile mark two hours ahead of the first athletes to observe preparations and position myself for good sun and an unobstructed view.

I managed to capture both the women’s and men’s eventual winners (Kiplagat; 2nd from left and Kirui; left of Rupp) before repositioning on the opposite side of the so called “scream tunnel.”

I then jumped in my car and drove to Boston where I arrived in time to hear the women’s and men’s finish but needed another 45 minutes to make my way to a shooting position on Boylston Street. I really enjoyed photographing the race and walked a quarter of a marathon myself in the process.

Jeanine loves to celebrate Easter and enjoys giving gift baskets (buckets this year) to members of the family. Maya, a young adult by every measure, was as thrilled as a three year old with her basket which contained a variety of goodies. The message behind the contents of my basket required skillful interpretation informed by years of marriage.  During our honeymoon phase, I would have envisioned a romantic, candle lit evening with a dose of Aspirin to alleviate the strains of my morning soccer match paired with a chocolate aphrodisiac.  After nearly 27 years of marriage, however, I am confident that the correct decoding of my Easter basket message follows: Thank you for fixing the irrigation system, the lighter on the outside grill is not working, take one baby Aspirin a day so you don’t have a heart attack, I just had my IUD removed so birth control is now on you.

Jeanine and I entertained my former colleague and close friend Laurin Herr and his wife Trisha during their short visit to Boston from their home in Oakland, CA. Jeanine prepared a light lunch before we ventured to the Minuteman National Historical Park where we watched a reenactment of “Parker’s Revenge” (patriots picking off the British as they retreated from Concord). Our next stop was the Old North Bridge and Visitor Center followed by a pitstop at Kimball Farm for ice cream. We finished the day with a tour of Author’s Ridge in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, a quick excursion into the adjacent Blue Heron rookery, a walk around Walden Pond and brief drive through the deCordova Sculpture Park before enjoying a fine dinner at Wood’s Hill Table.

Laurin, a technologist and expert on all things Japan, was my partner in crime at RasterOps/Truevision where we developed lucrative partnerships with companies including Panasonic and Sony. My love of Japan, its culture and people was first ignited by Laurin who introduced me to the country,  language, customs, and history during our many visits there.

Maya and I spent the day at Tufts University attending one of their “Jumbo Days” (school mascot is an elephant) for accepted students.  Because she will be spending the remainder of the weekend with Caleb (a freshman here) and his family, we drove separately.  I decided to beat the traffic and arrived in time for morning light and a sleeping student body. The campus is quite lovely, perched atop a hill offering a nice view of downtown Boston.  The engineering program is typical of those offered by liberal arts colleges and will present Maya with a distinctly different choice than others she is considering.

The visit from my brother and nieces was over all too quickly.  Their early morning flight back to Minnesota required a 4 AM wake-up call. One niece attempted to hide so as to be left behind. We shall miss them all and look forward to our next reunion.

It took the better part of three hours to complete repairs to the driveway after excavating and replacing the leaking irrigation pipe below it.  I had to first fashion a properly sized tamping tool to accommodate the narrow excavation. It was quite heavy and after more than 1,000 cycles of lifting and pounding, I expect to be sore beyond words tomorrow. The patch will require sealing but not before 90 days when it has fully cured.

We dined out this evening at the Pleasant Cafe in celebration of Jeanine’s 54th birthday. It is located in Maynard directly across the street from the new Open Table facility that is rapidly nearing completion.  Afterward, the cake crew, organized by John, prepared a very yummy sponge cake covered in whipped cream, strawberries, and blueberries.

Mark and I tackled a critical home project that consumed most of our day. Last year I discovered, after receiving a $1000 water bill, that our lawn irrigation system had a significant leak in the supply line. To effect the repair we had to slice a 6-inch wide slab from our asphalt driveway and replace the pipe below it. Working together and with some rather clever methods and homemade tools we were able to extract the 250-pound slab intact.

I spent a good part of the day with my brother and nieces on a nature / history field trip. We started at our local Blue Heron rookery where we were fortunate to find a number of birds on their nests. Next, we embarked on a Revolutionary War history tour starting at the Old North Bridge and ending on the Battle Green in Lexington.  The Concord River was as high as I have ever witnessed and the path on the far side of the bridge was inundated.

Early this morning (1AM), Maya retrieved her Uncle Mark and cousins Sophia and Rose from Logan Airport on behalf of her exhausted parents (THANK YOU MAYA). The long anticipated visit was made even better when my sister Alissa and her husband John drove in from upstate New York with my mother to join us. Their daughter Rachel who is a student at Babson also arrived to complete the mini family reunion.

Everyone slept in pretty late so I was not missed when I left for the opening match of my spring over-50 soccer season on what could not have been a more glorious morning. We defeated our arch rival Belmont by a score of 1-0 despite lacking our primary keeper.  I started at left midi and managed to make it through the match without injury or major error despite my lack of adequate conditioning.

Back at the ranch, John William, our live-in nephew and son of Alissa was busy preparing one of his signature Sunday dinners which we capped with a trip to Kimball Farm for the first ice cream of the season.

I managed to draw blood from my youngest niece during a game of “crocodile” in which I played the leading character with great authenticity.  What can I say? Crocodiles bite!  Later I enjoyed making portraits of the family.

My younger brother has survived both a stroke and heart attack during the past year.  He has bounced back from both with little impairment except for confusion over which end of his head to grow hair on.