I went to Boston this weekend. I had a nice time. The Charles River looked mostly frozen, and it was pretty cold up there. Dirty snow was piled up all over the place. I had a nice time eating yummy food and listening to Irish music. I visited the Trinity Church, dedicated in 1877 and known as a landmark in American Architecture and featuring three beautiful stained glass windows, Christ in Majesty, by the famous John La Farge, who used a new technique of layering various types of glass one on atop of the other. I ate at the Union Oyster House, the oldest restaurant in Boston, and the oldest continuously run restaurant in the United States. Union Oyster House opend in 1826, and it was there that I learned the history of the toothpick, which was first used in the restaurant. Charles Forster of Maine had imported the toothpicks, which none of the local restaurants wanted to purchase for their stores. So, Forster hired Harvard men to ask for toothpicks every time they dined, and finally the restaurants gave in. I visited the Boston Public Library, which might sound like a dull and strange choice, but this building was amazing and houses several exhibits. Hey, even some of Mozart's original scores are there!
Being in New England made me miss New York even more. I love Texas, but there's a part of me that longs to go back...
