Whenever the seasons change, I get a little wistful tinge of nostalgia for my early years in New England. I grew up in Massachusetts and mostly lived there until I was 30 years old. Don’t get me wrong: I love the Bay Area. Still, I suppose you can take the girl out of New England, but you can’t take New England out of the girl.
The Old Grist Mill was one of my favorite haunts as a young girl. My grandmother and I used to love to go there in the summertime, usually along with a trip to the Wayside Inn nearby. Colonial architecture always fascinated me, and Massachusetts is a tourist’s delight if you’re into that sort of thing. If you haven’t been, go! Also do so if you’re an American history buff, of course.