Dena Landon

I lived in Boston for seven years, until about my mid-twenties.

I'd walk by the old State House on my way to work, shoo away pigeons while eating my lunch at the Irish famine statue in front of the old Borders, and mutter curses under my breath at tourists who'd stop dead in the sidewalk when walking the Freedom Trail *

But like a lot of people who live in a city seeped in history, I didn't actual Read more of this blog post »