Bloggin' America

We took the scenic route (as if there exists a non-scenic route) out of Boston, northbound on Route 1A to Ipswich by way of Salem. We hugged the coast, which overlooked the beautiful Nahant Bay. Keep going...

It’s funny the things that run through your mind during adrenaline-packed moments of high danger. I wasn’t mentally drafting my will or coming up with bargains for Mr. Harvard’s spirit. Instead, I laughed to myself at my current predicament. Ami, you really got yourself in a jam this time. My family must really love me. They must see me as one of holiest esteem to declare me their sacrificial lamb to the God of the Harvard Underworld. Jeez, way to leave me in the dust, family. Once I escape this nonsense, I’m catching the next RV westward with a new family. Keep going...

Once you’ve heard one Ben Franklin story, I’m convinced you’ve heard them all. “I invented electricity” blah blah blah. “I invented bifocals” yak yak yak. “I was the voice of the people in the American Revolution!” yadda yadda yadda. Keep going...

Despite all of our delays in departures, broken down Falcons, and lack of navigational competency so far on this trip, I firmly believe that it all happened for a reason. It’s hard to blame whatever craziness ensued prior to Boston. It’s hard to think about losing Ray in Spokane or getting chased by the Dark Side family when you’re splashing your feet in the Charles River or taking a swan ride in the Public Garden. Yes, mark the record books—Boston is where I belong. Keep going...