OK, maybe not castles in the classic sense.
To visit a fortress where ancient monarchs slept on stone pillows and knights bickered about grails, you’ll still have to fly across the pond.
But for a different sort of castle — the kind redefined by Gilded Age names such as Vanderbilt and Ringling, by proud Polynesian monarchs or by the occasional heartbroken Latvian-Floridian stonemason — the United States is home to a melting pot of historic domiciles that would blow an 11th-… (View original article)