So, I visited Salem, MA today with my Little Sister. If you haven’t heard me raving about what a great experience it is to be a Big Sister, don’t ask…I will seriously go on forever about it.
Anyway, we were on the trolley ride through town, hitting all the historic sites. You know…where they hung the witches, where Nathaniel Hawthorne was inspired, etc. The guide mentioned that they had special midwives who looked for moles or other “Marks of the Devil” on accused or potential witches.
So, I pulled the neck of my top just barely off of my left shoulder and said, 'Here’s my mark!" At which point, everyone on the trolley got up and came over to stare at the birth mark I have on my left shoulder, which I had surgery on when I was 5 years old. (They thought it might be changing and did a biopsy and removed what they could.)
It looks like a giant freckle.
I really only meant to tease my Little Sister, who thinks such things are amusing. I didn’t intend for the entire trolley crew to know where my mark of satan is.
I suppose now they will come and try to hang me…