According to legend, Bob Dylan sneaks in twice a year to eat dinner with Jack.

Eclectic collections, artwork, and some feline friends fill the writer's former home.

A remnant of the 19th-century dream to discourage people from drinking booze by offering them water.

A celebrity from the late Cretaceous period.

America's original house of worship for Spiritualism, the religious movement based on communing with the dead.

On the Fourth of July this area will transform into a Pompeii-like storm of falling embers and ash.

Mrs. Mallard and her brood are a beloved fixture in Boston Public Garden.

This supermarket is suspended 25 feet above an interstate highway.

This downtown Dallas art installation is always on the lookout.

A spooky and decrepit mental health facility is slowly being replaced with newer digs.

The graves of a Connecticut family thought to have been plagued by a vampire.

On top of Gibbet Hill lie the ruins of a lavish turn-of-the-century estate that never quite came to be.

The sprawling, eccentric estate of Ames and Ames, a brilliant botanist, and a genius inventor and artist.

The statue of John Harvard isn't actually John Harvard—or even, technically, the founder of the school.

This whimsical group of statues is a favorite of children who love to climb all over Lewis Carroll's beloved characters.

Marie told fortunes from her small stand on the Boardwalk for decades, including to a young Bruce Springsteen who would busk outside her booth.

Life-size bronzes of the Grinch, Cat in the Hat, Yertle the Turtle, Sam-I-Am, and the Lorax—and the author himself.

This historic cemetery is filled with markers that look more like candy than was likely intended.

Supposed Massachusetts Grave of a pre-Columbus Knight Templar.

A monument in a town outside of Boston celebrates the visits of Edgar Allan Poe.

Ruins of the elaborate house where the enigmatic costume designer threw glamorous parties for New York's theatrical elite.

Ice cream stand, snack bar, and time capsule of milk conveyance.

This tiny, painted door at the base of a tree stump has been a fixture of the Harvard University campus for decades.

The two writers famously didn't come to blows over the Oxford comma.