Arrival in Cambridge

My dad and I traveled to Cambridge, Massachusetts in 2011 because his sister died unexpectedly. I lived in Portland, Oregon, and he lived in NW Indiana, an hour from Chicago.

Massachusetts (Part 4)

Arrival in Cambridge

My dad and I arrived in Cambridge, Massachusetts today! We’re surrounded by beautiful old buildings, and down the street is a seventeenth century cemetery! We wandered into a place called the Harvard Coop, and it’s not just a co-op cafe (upstairs) but it’s mostly a bookstore for Harvard students. My dad had to practically drag me out. It’s been raining in Cambridge — and we drove through a downpour on the way here. It’s a bad sign when you’re on the highway and see vast numbers of vehicles coming from the other direction, and convoys of utility vehicles are going the same direction you are. Hurricane Irene is supposed to get here tomorrow afternoon. In New York, we drove by Seneca Falls, and my dad didn’t know anything about the 1848 Women’s Rights Convention in Seneca Falls. Of course — I’m thirty years younger than he, and the version of history we were taught was white male supremacist propaganda. We certainly weren’t taught about suffragists. I read the Declaration of…