This noon, I headed up to Copp's Hill, where I checked out Boston's second cemetery, visited Cotton Mather's grave, and tried to figure out where the great molasses flood of 1919 went. I also walked passed the narrowest house in Boston, all of 9.5 feet, which was built out of spite to block the view of a neighbor. Go figure.
lenore:
My tatt is indeed Lenore 