What I wanted to know was this: does the line exist today? Where is it? Could I see it? What had become of these twin towns, separated at birth? Could I draw my own connections and stitch them back together, 377 years later?
Or would I pull on a thread and unravel something?
The only plan I had was to create a series of books. I knew I would author these books, but not much else. What I mean is — I didn’t really know what I was getting into. So the way I got into it was somewhat by chance. I simply drove to the American Weymouth on January 10, 2012 to see what would happen.
All data, people and connections encountered were fair game for me, for interaction and incorporation into the project.