An autumn storm has pounded Cambridge all day and is set to play a violent encore into the night. Lightning sears and thunder startles as Winston Garano (Win or Geronimo most people call him) strides through the dusk along the eastern border of Harvard Yard.
Even more disappointingly, the writing in the piece was annoying. It might be because I advocate a concise writing style ala Hemingway, but I felt Cornwell's writing was far too wordy. I thought it unneccessary for every noun to have one or two adjectives, and that her long descriptions of locations and clothing were tedious.