As I've said many a time, I discovered Henry David Thoreau when I was a callow 17 year old, in August of 1970. It would not be an overstatement to say that my real life began then, with that discovery, which came through a borrowed volume of "Walden," the book Thoreau eventually penned about his reflective time of solitude spent at the pond.
Apparently PBS is doing a special about my old friend Henry. Here's a small installment of it.
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