I can’t get this idea out of my head, so I might as well get it on paper. The next bike tour will be on the Great Disasters of Boston.
There is no resisting the Molasses Flood of 1919 and the rumor you can still smell the stuff on hot summer days in the North End. Throw in fires, big and small, a couple of explosions and an epidemic and you’ve got a winner on the dark days of Boston.