Something about Beacon Hill’s historical brownstones, black shutters and old iron streetlamp lined cobblestone streets, still dressed in varying shades of lingering summer greens and colors now metamorphosing into warmer tones — that simply evokes Autumn. Don’t you think? It may have been the last day of August, but it certainly felt September had emerged from…
Traveling to: Boston
For the past few years, my cousin and I, the only Patriots fans, take the drive up to Boston to watch our favorite football team play on home field. Having gone to school in Rhode Island, I always love getting away to this favorite city of mine, and each time up here, I’m reminded of…
