I couldn’t quite figure out the paranormal aesthetic of Copp’s Hill Burying Ground: there was an eerie, fantastical aura about the place, shrouded as it is by mist and curling vines, that made it feel like the pumpkin patch from “It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” There, too, were the rolling hills and jagged tombstones […]

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“Can you turn my wheel?” This was the question a wizened elderly woman, sitting in front of a complicated instrument I later learned was the glass armonica, asked me early Saturday morning. My friends and I were looking for a fun Family and Friends Weekend activity and had decided to search for the rumored North […]

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