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Forest Hills is literally the backyard of my last Boston (JP) home. I used to run here, and I'd get lost almost every time. There are solstice celebrations, and one night every year, there's a ghost festival. We paint Japanese lanterns and float them on the pond, to mark the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, when the realms between the living and the Other are permeable, and the living might atone for the suffering of our ancestors.