On the Road to Where the Bells TollStan: So there I was, driving the Winnie down I90 looking for the turnoff to the campground. . .my lovely wife, supposedly navigating, was snoring softly in the passenger seat.

Emily: I don’t snore!

Stan: Right. But my point is you were sleeping when I took the wrong exit and we ended up on–

Emily: The point is this was supposed to be a relaxing week at the Colonial Pines RV Park, swimming and hiking with the grandkids, and it turned out to be–

Stan: –the vacation from hell. Beginning with my missing the exit and ending up on Storrow Drive in the middle of Boston.

Emily: Boston! Not a place you want to take an RV to. There were a few highlights, though. The Boston Pops show. Fourth of July fireworks.

Stan: A delightful day. Except for when we had to call 911. That poor lady! I can’t believe we didn’t realize she was dead in her lawn chair.

Emily: Until Allyn stumbled over her body. Poor girl. Not an auspicious start to the week.

Stan: I did enjoy the Freedom Trail tour. Loved the cordwainer telling tales from the days of Paul Revere. I’d say that day was a success.

Emily: Yeah, maybe not so much. The kids were hot and whiny. I was hot and whiny. You were–

Stan: –inside Paul Revere’s actual house!

Emily: Admittedly, a history professor’s dream date. And you and Megsy did get to try your hand at ringing the bells at the Old North Church.

Stan: The very bells that Paul Revere once rang. An unforgettable experience. Until, well, um, until. . .

Emily: Until you found the body hanging in the steeple.

Stan: Oh, man. That’s an image I’d like to forget.

Emily: That was…unfortunate, to say the least. Set off quite a chain of events.

Stan: And you were worried you’d be bored in retirement. Turned out the investigation was just up your alley.

Emily: Actually, after thirty plus years on the police force, this was an alley I’d hoped
to leave behind. I do have to say, though, your research skills came into good use, professor.

Stan: Why thank you, detective. I gotta say, though, Boston proved to be a bit of a culture shock compared to back home. Give me the good old Upper Peninsula of Michigan any day. Can you believe that auction house we visited? Talk about hoity toity.

Emily: Ha ha! I thought you were going to sneeze and accidentally buy us a musty old book worth the cost of our RV!

Stan: Oh, hey, did I tell you? I got an invite to talk about Great Lakes shipwrecks at a Wayfarer’s Academy conference up on Madeline Island.

Emily: Madeline Island?

Stan: One of the Apostle Islands in Lake Superior off the northern Wisconsin coastline.

Emily: Lake Superior? I could go for that.

Stan: But I’m thinking that next time we hit the road in the Winnie, we leave the dead bodies behind. Not good for my blood pressure.

Emily: I’ll drink to that.


About Emily and Stan: Sleuths Emily and Stan Remington retired early from their jobs (respectively) as a small town police officer and a college history professor living in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. They inherited their RV from Emily’s aunt and took it on their maiden voyage in On the Road to Death’s Door, to reunite with some old college buddies of Stan in Wisconsin’s famous vacation spot Door County. Their second trip, which they reminisce about above, took them to Boston in On the Road to Where the Bells Toll. Author M. J. Williams is working on the Remingtons’ next adventure in On the Road to the Deadly Apostles.

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Meet the author
The writing team of M. J. Williams is comprised of sisters-in-law Peggy Joque Williams and Mary Joy Johnson (nee Williams). Peggy, having grown up in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and thus a Yooper-by-Birth, has just retired from a rewarding career as an elementary school teacher; she is also a freelance writer and screenwriter. Mary Joy, a retired English professor, specialized in teaching writing on the community college level. She is an accomplished quilter and has had her work displayed in shows. Having lived in a variety of places, she spent her career years in Escanaba, Michigan, making her an honorary Yooper. Both writers now live in Madison, Wisconsin where they happily identify as Cheeseheads-by-Choice.

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