Personal and informational post for family and followers.
It’s that time again, as the calendar is turning, when we take a moment to stop, look at, and acknowledge the past year: what happened, where, who it happened with, and conclude, usually via email, with an eloquent summation like, “Gee whizz, wasn’t 2014 something!” Then quick hugs and off we go for the next 365.
In a just-concluded trip back East, I had the privilege to once again visit Concord Massachusetts, one of America’s richest cultural and historical sites just a few miles from Boston. Of course, it is known in the history books as the terminus of Paul Revere’s Ride and the scene of the Battle of Lexington and Concord at the beginning of the American Revolution; but for me as a writer it is a town that birthed and housed a whole pod of brilliant writers and thinkers, all living in the same area, jawing in the same pubs and coffee houses, and eventually being laid to rest in the same cemetery.
