“They are the we of me.”

About a year ago I started walking. Leave the car somewhere and wander. Ramble. Meander. In warm weather. Cold. I simply walk. It’s helped to improve my Vitamin D levels, lose weight, stimulate my frontal lobe, and generally improve my disposition.

One of the things I do now is notice those historical markers planted in street easements. Some time ago – if I had to guess I’d say 1957 – the US government must have gifted bazillions of dollars to historical societies in towns across America to designate points of interest – historical, literary, and odd.

Yesterday, on a street I’ve walked many, many times, I noticed this one tucked in a hedge:

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