While reading through my diaries last week, I read that my friend/third brother, Grant Gardner, had come to visit me in Boston during the first year that I lived there.
While I don’t remember him visiting, he apparently did, because I just found a photo of him and my roommate Kathy and our upstairs neighbor, Cheryl, apparently while we were at Bunker Hill.
Bunker Hill was definitely a place that my Mother would have dragged us to, as a “must-see” destination, while she was in Boston.
I don’t think she was with us on this trip, so it scares me to think that I actually took someone to a lame tourist attraction like Bunker Hill, when they visited me in Boston! Sorry about that Grant!
Reading my diaries and finding photos from times/places I don’t remember much of is really hilarious to experience.