The home the place

Substantiating something seems to be a far shot. No? How long before we can say
we have come the way that we have long cherished? Surely red brick is not everyt
hing to live for. The route started at Cambridge, MS and ended in a place that w
as far away from home, here in Cambridge. I am sitting by the river Cam. These s
ummer days bring out so many people punting in the river. The bridge of sighs lo
oks fabulous in the morning sun. Suddenly you become aware that not so long ago
there was a man, a genious in some eyes, queer in the rest, walking over the bri
dge across the river. P.A.M. was the initials.