It's the city that blazed the Freedom Trail - home to the Boston Tea Party. Sure, I knew this town had a ton of history to offer. But I didn't know how great New England really was until my son and I ventured from Phoenix to Beantown to begin his new adventure at Boston University.

After nearly three-thousand miles, and a week spent in our GMC Envoy Denali, U-Haul trailer in tow, we finally reached our destination. I spent my Saturday morning unloading my 18-year-old's "furniture" (if you call plastic storage boxes, a laptop and a futon from IKEA "furniture"), attending a few student-parent orientations, and wandering around the Boston University campus with him until he felt comfortable about finding his classes. It was then I was rather rudely informed that I was cramping his style - so, remembering what it was like to be 18 again, I took it as a cue to head to my Boston hotel room for a little sleep, in preparation for a day of sightseeing before heading back to Phoenix Tuesday morning.

After some much needed rest, it was time to hop back into my Envoy Denali (thank God for OnStar) and navigate my way toward the first touristy adventure: the Freedom Trail. It was there I signed up for the three-mile self-guided trail tour - and you certainly get to see a lot of it! From the site of the Battle of Bunker Hill to Paul Revere's famous midnight ride, you'll see history unfold as you wander through the city streets. Definitely a lesson in Boston history. After a few hours spent there, I'd had it with walking. I jumped into my Envoy SUV again, and found my way across the Charles River to a college that I knew my son and I would never see the inside of: Harvard University. After gazing at the hallowed halls for awhile from the street (and being grateful I'd never have to pay tuition there) I decided to grab a cup of coffee and a bagel at one of the many Cambridge cafés.

I wanted to visit an old friend of mine who moved to Providence, but time was a waistin' and I needed to get to the highlight of my New England trip: Fenway Park. Perhaps I should back up and explain that the only reason my wife got out of this week-long adventure, was through her very persuasive and conniving ways. She knew if she dangled the Boston Red Sox carrot in front of my face, I'd bite. And she was right. After arriving at Fenway Park, and finding a place to park, I stepped out of the Envoy into baseball fan heaven. This was the place where heroes like Babe Ruth, Cy Young, Ted Williams and dozens of other greats have faced the "Green Monster" - and won. The Red Sox-Orioles game was about to begin. Peanuts and crackerjacks, please!

Alas, no time to check in on my friend in Providence - business beckoned back home and my trip had to be cut short. It was time to make my way back to Boston University and unload a few rogue pairs of socks and underwear that was still littering the back of my GMC Envoy Denali. My appreciative son waved a final goodbye (although, I had a feeling I'd be hearing from him as soon as his pre-paid credit card started running low), and I headed off in my Envoy on my nearly three-thousand mile trip home to Phoenix. This time, it would be MY music that would be cranked up on the XM radio.

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