No, but it looks like a good read.
I grew up in Boston. My Dad and Grandma said you could still smell the remnants of the molasses on hot, humid summer days well into the 1950s.
It was a good read.
My husband, hailing from Boston, knew the book’s author which is why I asked. You never know.
I’d passed by this book so many times when one day it stuck me...a molases flood?
It was horrific. One firefighter got stuck and died an agonizing death, struggling to keep his head above the muck.
I’m the first to complain about gubmint intervention into so much of our lives but this story is a complaint about greed run amuck and the innocents who died because of it.
True!