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THE FARTHERMOST VIEW

Selected Podpieces

NAMING THE DEAD

It's funny, isn't it, how people often get nervous about saying the name of a recently dead person. When we run into a widow, or a newly-orphaned adult, or a parent whose child has died, we'll say, “How are you doing? I'm so sorry for your loss. Is there anything I can do?”  Read More 
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A BUTCHERED DEER

Now and then I walk with Pippin and Thurber, the Rescue Squad, in the woods on a piece of public land not far from my home. There are gravel roads running through it that are kept in good enough condition for trucks to use, and there are half a dozen cinder block storage buildings owned by the town. As with any piece of land on Cape Cod, it’s not exactly wilderness; but not many people walk around there, which is why I do.  Read More 
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DYING IN MASSACHUSETTS

My father, Donald W. Baker, was a poet. I was looking through some of his poems the other day, both published and unpublished, and here's one I particularly like.

Dying In Massachusetts

I think I should like to die in Massachusetts,
wading Parker's River in sneakers at slack water,
my wire basket a quarter full of blue crabs,
and I easing my long-handled net towards a big one. Read More 
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SOUNDS TO LIVE FOR

A friend of mine recently said of a certain radio essayist that if she were dying she’d want to hear his voice reading to her as she slipped away.
That very same day, I heard a woman at a party say that she disliked that man’s voice so much that when he came on she turned off the radio.
Such are the likes and dislikes of the radio audience. I hope you don’t mind my saying that.  Read More 
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