Of course, these misadventures also meant that when we went to Adams National Historical Park, we missed the guided tour of the historic homes by ten minutes-so, instead of waiting two hours for the next tour, I took photos of the models of the houses in the visitor center and bought a book about them. Constitution is docked) where I was told that it wasn’t possible to drive from that location to the other visitor center for Boston NHP in downtown Boston (the person staffing the visitor center desk only knew routes for public transportation).Įven with the assorted traveling adventures (missed exits, changed destinations, an unexpected tour of Beverly, Massachusetts), Thursday’s “magical history tour” turned out acceptably, even if I was unable to “connect” with another Charlie fan. And it was at the Charlestown Navy Yard section of Boston National Historical Park (where the U.S.S. Constitution-certainly an important historic site, but when you’re an early American historian looking for photos to enliven lectures for a course on the American Revolution, well, it’s not the same. We would have met up in Boston to do some sightseeing, but the fates conspired against us-and she got to see the historic stuff I would have liked to see, while I got caught in traffic, misdirected by MapQuest, and ended up at the U.S.S. Candice was kind enough to take a photo of me with Charlie (unfortunately, the one I took of Candice with Charlie didn’t turn out).
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My first new “Charlie friend” who I met in person was Candice Spears Cossel, a professional photographer from Miami who was in town for a Boudoir marathon and went to the same performance of “My Fair Lady” that I saw (and, in fact, sat in the row behind me). But this trip still was an adventure, even if it didn’t turn out quite the way I planned-and I did still manage to meet some more fans of Charles Shaughnessy, even if they didn’t get to experience me dragging them from site to site (only my mother had to endure that pleasure–and even she opted to wait at the Visitor Center instead of pushing her walker through Plimoth Plantation).
Obviously, I should have made sure that everyone would be well enough to participate in the “magical history tour” (and, as someone who has a compromised immune system, I do truly appreciate it when people opt out of spreading the plague) and that travel wouldn’t be virtually impossible. This blog post was supposed to be about how developing friendships through Charles Shaughnessy led to a group of people I met through Charlie visiting historic sites during the “My Fair Lady” trip. Part 3 (the final installment) of Charlie and the Magical History Tour (Part 1: Part 2: )
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