A familiar car. We pull into the capitol together and my friend gets out and says that the historical society is closed, but he noticed my car and thought I might know where I was going. No such luck. We examine the Pierce monument, but it doesn't seem to be his tomb and, again, there's no information on where his grave is. I have learned one valuable lesson in these adventures.
Elderly people loitering in public places are fonts of knowledge.
There was an old guy hanging out on the steps of the New Hampshire capitol and I asked him where Pierce's grave was. He, of course, knew and directly me along the way. We also asked about the apparently deserted Pierce Mansion and he said that it had been closed for remodelling and they seemed to run out of money. Sad, but typical. On the way back to the cars, my friend and I talked some more and found more points we had in common.