t. elizabeth renich

author of historical fiction

Ye Olde 7-Eleven/28-Mar-2009

ye olde 7-ElevenSkipping breakfast at the hotel, I checked out, hauled all of my packed up stuff to the parking garage and locked it in the rental car.  I then walked a little farther down Charles Street, which is also known as Antique Row, until I came to “Ye Olde 7-Eleven” where Trolley Tour tickets were sold.  Antique Row is a designated historic district, so there are no electric/neon lights on the shop fronts.  All the signage is painted directly on the window panes, or advertised by over-the-door “shingles.”  (One of the tour guides referred to Stop #13 as Ye Olde 7-Eleven, which of course got a laugh from the passengers.  It almost blends in with the antique stores, except maybe for the lottery and beer posters.)

Beacon Hill was the first stop, and I got out momentarily to snap a picture of the monument honoring the 54th Massachusetts.  This regiment, comprised of black Union soldiers, was led by white officers into action at Battery Wagner in South Carolina (July 18, 1863).  Their casualties were staggering, and Robert Gould Shaw, their commander, was buried with his men in a mass grave.  (If you’ve ever seen the movie Glory, you’ll know what I’m talking about.)

Along Charles StreetCharles St Meeting HouseBoston Old Town Trolley54th Mass MonumentBoston CommonFaneuil HallBeacon Street borders Boston Common, and the Massachusetts State House has a gold dome similar to the one in Montpelier.  The trolley was still there when I finished taking my pictures, so I hopped back on and continued the tour.  As soon as the tour was over, I was headed back to the airport.  The rental car would be a little cheaper if I turned it back in earlier.

Mirrored BridgeHad Todd Collins not been in Florida on a fishing expedition the same week I was visiting Boston, he might have been available for a more personally guided tour.  I made due with looking out the trolley windows at notable sites such as Paul Revere’s House, the Old North Church, Copely Square, Faneuil Hall, Fenway Park (which made me think of Linda), South Station, MIT, and Cambridge.  I did see, from a distance, both the Boston Tea Party ship down in the Seaport District and the USS Constitution (“Old Ironsides”) at the Inner Harbor.  If I ever really get into doing more research about the Revolutionary War, I might have to go back and investigate some of these places at length, but for the time being, the trolley tour version suited my purpose.  Upon completing the circuit, I walked a little ways up Pinckney Street, with its narrow width and cobbled alleys, and then decided I’d had enough.

Pinckney StreetFlorist ShopBoston TunnelsThe parking garage attendant gave me directions on how to get back to Logan Airport, which I managed to follow without getting lost!  The Enterprise Rent-a-Car employees who checked my borrowed SUV back in did tell me that Boston isn’t a very GPS-friendly city.  That explained a lot — what with tunnels and toll road and bridges.  Thankfully, they seemed quite nice, and the man was even kind enough to run after me, catching me before I got on the shuttle bus:  but for him, I’d have forgotten my cell phone charger.  He had a nice smile, too.

The friendly lady at JetBlue helped me get an earlier flight back, so I didn’t have to wait until 6:00 that night to fly back.  I was glad to be home, and it made me even more thankful for being able to live in Northern Virginia.  Now, with New Hampshire, Connecticut, and Vermont off my list, I have six states left to visit.  I’ll keep working on whittling down my list until visiting all 50 states is achieved.

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