...Yeah, but WHY?

Settled in 1640 Haverhill, MA is a great historical town along the Merrimack River.  Decisions had to be made as to where I would live.  So decide I did.  My criteria was pretty simple; I needed somewhere not too far from NH, still on the commuter rail, and cheap.

I needed a place to live.  It's right there on the bottom of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, shelter.  I know I had safe temporary housing, but I needed a spot to really call "home".

Also, Lovey HATES dogs and kept threatening to run away if we didn't move away from these uncivilized beasts ASAP.  One time I swear I saw her putting anti-freeze into the dog bowls, but when I asked her about it she denied it and who wouldn't believe this face?

My move was SO smooth, like Shaft, due to the fine upstanding citizens of this earth who showed up to help. Here's a group shot we posed for:

Frankly, I mostly moved to Haverhill because there's a muthafuckin' castle! 

...Okay, I visited the "castle" and calling that a castle is little like declaring your pillow fort is Fort Bragg. But none the less it's a pile of rocks formed into a castle-like building.

So, stay tuned loyal readers as I get to know the city of Haverhill (population 60,879) and wow you with all it has to offer.  I declare this a year in Haverhill.  Maybe I'll write a book...