Only moments after I arrived in Concord, Massachusetts on Good Friday afternoon, I confessed to my host that I was anxious about what to expect at the town’s 250th anniversary celebration of the “Shot Heard Round the World.” Would the military reenactors rule the patriotic roost from Battle Road to Bush (Emerson’s home), Hawthorne’s Old Manse, and Thoreau Farm; or would skirmishes break out all over town, between red–capped MAGA maniacs and their fearsome “Massachusetts Liberal” neighbors?
Loved this Kevin!
And a beautiful weekend it was🙏💗
Thank you for sharing. So well written,even poetic and worth the read.
Thank you Charlene. We stand on the shoulders of giants. . .