Now some weirdness was in order. First stop, the spite house across from Copp's Hill Burial Ground in Boston. This is an eight-foot wide house built by one brother to spite another, blocking his view of the harbor. It has been a regular part of our lives since 1997 when in a fit of real estate mania I tried to convince Annie that we should buy it (it was on the market for a very low price; in addition to being narrow, it was a dump.)
The custom has always been for the owner of the house to control the ring of keys that opens and closes the enormous wrought iron cemetary gate across from it. Being a fan of the Smiths and a generally morose/morbid person, this appealed very much to me. Here are some moments in the graveyard:
Black Cat: in his element. A relative?
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