Boston

I'm not sure what I expected from Boston but I was impressed by what I saw. I love old colonial style things, and for the most part put up with the hours of driving in the countryside stopping to take pictures of old houses for mom in Vermont and upstate NY. We walked the streets of Boston for hours on end.

The guided freedom trail tour claimed 1.5 hours, and I have no idea how that is humanly possible cause it took us about 8.5 and we didn't even go in the south church. We trekked all the way from the Boston Commons to Bunker hill, stopping at all the major hits along the way: The State house, where we learned the origin of the expression "Holy Mackerel"..
, Paul Reveres house (this dirty old brown house here)
 the old North and South Churches,
 the graves of Samuel Adams, James Madison, and other revolutionaries, the Quincy market, etc. At the end of the line we saw the USS Constitution, the oldest commissioned ship in the US Navy.

We ended at Bunker hill, and collapsed on the grass. I couldn't help but thinking about Prince Andrew's blue sky in War and Peace, and if some of the soldiers that fell on that same grass we did were thinking those thoughts. I even pulled that section up to reread it and it was every bit as good as I remember it being.


Mom tried to get us all to lay on the ground and pretend like we're all dead at the site of the Boston massacre.. Um maybe not. Kade played along. After we went and committed Bostons 2nd massacre on two ice cream sundaes at the Ghirardelli shop.