A Veiled Love Letter to New England

Or – an alternate title – “Boston, The Racial Valhalla I Never Knew”

My wife and I went on a trip to New England, where I grew up, to visit my parents. It was pleasant in many prototypically New England ways; the leaves were turning and the angle of the sun painted the world in that most flattering light. Continue reading “A Veiled Love Letter to New England”