What’s a trip to Boston without a few grave rubbings. Beautiful and sometimes macabre headstones. Back in the 80s, one was allowed to place a sheet of parchment on markers and run a black crayon over it, producing a neat, framable print. That is, if one wanted a framed headstone.
We once entered Boston harbor as crew aboard the restored three-masted Esmeralda. But that’s another story.