As Caleb and I left the park, turning down Court Street and heading into the heart of the historic district of Boston, the old Statehouse came into view. It was a large, brick building, perfectly preserved from the 1700s, with multiple historic windows and topped by a large, white cupola. It was stunning in its simplicity and beauty.
As we reached its base, we walked around the structure, looking for the site of the Boston m******e. Finally, as we turned the corner, we saw it.
We both stopped in our tracks.
It was a ring. A perfect circle.
The spot marking the Boston m******e was small, hardly bigger than a manhole cover. We came close and examined it.
It held no special markings. It was just a humble circle, made up of small tile, embedded in the ground at the base of the Old State
