I grew up in a small town outside of Boston, spent most of my childhood there, and like most locals, never got around to seeing the sights. I'd moved away years ago, but when my parents went back to Boston for my father's 57th high school reunion, I couldn't resist tagging along. My father's family had been in Massachusetts for nearly 400 years, so when I was doing a little genealogy, I wasn't suprised to find a collection of skeletons in the closet, including one of the Salem witches. Salem, therefore, had to be on the top of the sightseeing sweep we made after the reunion.
Being an English major who's favorite professor specialized in the literature of 19th century New England, seeing...Read More