Dickinson, POE, Twain, Stowe, Sleepy Hollow Pt. 1
Day Three! “Three is a magic number!” That’s a song from Schoolhouse Rock Live! Jr. that I sang in the 7th grade as the part of George. Feel free to cast me in Hamilton any day now, I’ll take any part I can get. Anyway, yes, the third day of the adventure was full of many twists and exciting turns, chock full of a slim number of pictures because I drove most of the day for a total of 6 hours.
My brother and I,
after enjoying another delightful breakfast from our hotel, we decided to deviate from our original plans and head to DOWNTOWN BOSTON to visit my personal favorite American author, Edgar Allen Poe. “Wait, Ben; wasn’t Poe a Baltimore guy?” Well, first of all, stop interrupting my journal. Second, yes, Poe spent a lot of his life in Baltimore, however, he was born and raised in Boston, which is a good enough excuse for me to spend some time in the metropolis.
I took rein by taking the reigns of our car (I’m REALLY PROUD OF THAT WORD USAGE YOU’RE WELCOME), and headed into the city. While there, we made a pit-stop at the home of Boston’s most famous sport’s team: Fenway Park, home of the Red Sox. My entire family is baseball buffs, so getting to visit this site was both historic and impressive, seeing one of the oldest stadiums in the league. The atmosphere around the stadium itself was incredibly great as well, even in the heat of the winter. Even if you hate the Sox, you have to give them credit for the amazing following they’ve developed. Go Tigers, by the way.
Following 35 minutes of attempting to find a parking spot, we finally were able to explore downtown Boston, specifically Boston Commons. For my first time actually entering the “city” of Boston, I can confidently say that it is one of the prettiest and most charming cities I’ve visited. A lot of old and antiquated abodes with varying styles of architecture, a lovely green-space called the Commons, and a great theatre district; basically a things that I need in my life to survive. While exploring Boston Commons, I just have to note that there is a MONUMENT THAT IS A SHRINE TO ETHER.
LITERALY A MONUMENT DEDICATED TO THE DRUG ETHER. Man, I love Boston.
Finally, we were able to track down the E.A. Poe sculpture, adjacent to the Commons. Definitely one of the most striking things about this statute is that Poe looks INCREDIBLY similar to Newt Scamander from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, not in physical appearance, but the fact that the statue is depicting Poe with a suitcase that is exploding open with a raven escaping. Just like the movie. It was great. Unfortunately, Poe’s birthplace is no longer extant. In fact, the entire street that he was born is no more as well, having been destroyed and built upon by the current infrastructure. Luckily, they had this nice, petit plaque on the side of a burrito restaurant; just as Poe would have wanted.
For lunch, we had pizza at a hole in the wall place in the theatre district. It was delectable, and the cookie I bought was by far one of the best I’ve ever had.
Leaving Boston, we set our course for Hartford, CT. A NEW STATE for the two of us. Harford is home to both Mark Twain, America’s most American author (that made sense, right?), and Harriet Beecher Stowe, America’s most underrated author. Arriving in Hartford, we pulled up to Stowe’s house, which was luckily situated 100 feet away from the Twain house. I’m not even joking. It may have been closer than that. Thank you, authors, for making my life easier with less driving.
ONCE AGAIN, the Stowe building was closed, leaving me to simply take pictures of the outside. Luckily, Twain was open, so we strolled right on in (to the visitor center, not the house. You can’t do that).
We were able to see a myriad of Twain memorabilia, artifacts, and manuscripts (INCLUDING THIS AMAZING PUN):
The center and the house were both beauties, and I would highly suggest visiting the place. Out of all the places we visited, the only thing that I bought was a pair of cat socks at the Twain gift shop (Mark really loved pets, apparently. These cats are the cat’s pajamas. Man, my word play is off the charts today).
Hopping back in our car, we voyaged to Sleepy Hollow to spend the night. OooOOOooooOoooo spooky, am I right? Actually, the only thing that was spooky was the traffic that night. Fortunately, we made it there alive and well. And hungry. Our hotel was GREAT! For a little over $100/night, which for New York is a rare find (like Jigglypuff (that’s for you, dad)), our hotel gave us welcome bags, mints, cookies, and a pristine and clean room. I was very impressed; good word, Tarrytown, NY.
We then headed out to Sleepy Hollow for dinner, where we satisfied our hunger with some classic Greek food. WOW it was great, and also incredibly messy. I got falafel everywhere, but it was entirely worth it. They even gave us a plate with two cookies on it in honor of the Holiday Season, and they were the most delicious free cookies I’ve had. Yum. Following this, we drove by historic Sleepy Hollow, where we saw the same sights featured in Washington Irving’s famous short story. It was actually pretty eerie, and I wanted to take pictures of the sites, but we were in a car on a fast-moving street, so I resigned to returning in the morning to find a place to park and shoot.