Thoreau Rolls in His Grave

It has been some time since I’ve read (and re-read) Thoreau’s classic ‘Walden‘. I stumbled upon this lovely development near my parents place in Hickley, Ohio during our trip to the Cleveland area for the holiday weekend. As I crested the hill on my bike I felt like I was sucker punched. I’m inspired to revisit my well worn copy – but I don’t think this is what Mr. Thoreau had in mind when he wrote about his life in the woods.

3 Responses to “Thoreau Rolls in His Grave”

  1. cyclingdave says:

    ah yes, a provision of beans and a small shack on a quiet pond!

  2. Tuco says:

    I just mentioned Walden a few posts back on my blog as well.

    Yeah, that’s sad – home developments going up on something called walden pond.
    Reminds me of Richard Heinmann’s comment in the “End of Suburbia” documentary when he says that all these housing developments named “shady acres” or “whispering river” are named after whatever was destroyed to make way for the houses.

  3. sasquatch2 says:

    We can massacre our forests to put up McMansions as long as the people in the amazon don’t do it to theirs, those bastards!

    What’s the opposite of NIMBY? IMBY?