I rode to Deer Island with MassBike on Saturday. No, it's not an island. Home to the misfits of the day, it was a place of confinement for native Americans in the 18th century, and in the 21st century, it stores and treats our waste matter. Those stunning cylinders hide a foul secret.
Boston's segregated reality was again brought to life, as we visited East Boston, Revere, Winthrop and Everett, places I had never before visited.
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