street light at dusk

I visited Boston this winter and passed the time reading some of my sister’s books about the American war of independence. It struck me anew how scrappy those early Bostonians were and how unwilling to be appeased, pleased or later cowed by their British cousins. Like a small dog fiercely growling at a big one with Boston’s ringleaders never missing a chance to make some noise.

Copyright © 2020 Vision in Practice. All Rights Reserved.