(My history, that is…) On my 41st birthday (4/22/22), I was staying in Rhode Island. I usually do a birthday hike, but I’m so spoiled by the Western Mass peaks and not that there aren’t any nice hiking trails in Rhode Island because there are, lovely ones, but I figured while I was there, maybe I ought to do something different. I decided that a walk around a real city, which we do lack in Western Mass, would be different. And Providence! My city! And what would make a walk around Providence especially special on my birthday would be revisiting all my old haunts—hence, an historic walking tour. My plan was to walk and stop and take pictures and write and repeat. But I only got a two-hour parking spot, so I didn’t have time to stop and write, only walk and take pictures. The thing about Rhode Island is that I kept leaving and coming back, so my history in Providence is broken up into chunks. childhood: I mostly didn’t grow up in the city proper, so my childhood memories of Providence co