I Wrote a Poem on a Dog Biscuit

This is way overdue, but I have pictures of the Fourth of July. Which comes four days after Canada Day, which in true Canadian style we celebrated with $8 pitchers of Molson. At an Irish bar, no less.

Okay, so the Charlestown Fourth. Not as crazy as the ones in Philadelphia but still taken pretty seriously.

We walked up to the monument, which is only a few blocks away:


There were lots of tourists. Boo tourists.


Across the street from the monument is the old Charlestown High school. I'm not sure what it is now but I'm betting its condos, like everything else.


There was reenacting going on. That guy totally fired his musket.


On the way home, we found a parish garden attached to a convent.


And this, which I found totally heartbreaking:


Then we went home and made yummy blender drinks. The whole way home I made jokes at the expense of the JC's heritage, as befits a dirty Loyalist pig. He's lucky he didn't get tarred and feathered in the spirit of the Massachusetts Bay Colony.