Nester

I suppose, even for a nester, which I most assuredly am, there comes a time for moving on, and the time has finally come for my sother and me to leave Boston's Back Bay for other, not necessarily greener pastures.

I AM A NESTER. I love our house and the things that fill it. My problem is, I am always on the go, rarely getting the opportunity to be there.

As cow camps were succeeded by the nesters, and towns came to grow at their sites, the springs continued to serve mankind both in an industrial way and as a playground for the ever-increasing population.