In Boston they ask, how much does he know? In New York, how much is he worth? In Philadephia, who were his parents? Mark Twain (of course)
No wonder I love Boston! A week from tomorrow, at the crack of dawn, A and I are flying to Boston for his cousin's wedding. We're staying at The Liberty, formerly the Charles Street Jail, home to some of Boston's most famous criminals, including Sacco and Vanzetti. Friday afternoon we'll be able to wander around all the incredible bookstores in Cambridge. We'll have dinner with family in Back Bay on Friday night; the wedding is Saturday at Swedenborg Chapel near Harvard Square. We hope to make a stop at the Old Union Oyster House before going back to Dallas on Sunday.
I can't wait!
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Have a great time. I've always wanted to go to Boston...
So happy you are getting to go. Eat some extra seafood for me. :)
Believe me, I will!
:)
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