Though I'm reluctant to leave this perfect city apartment, I am moving once again. This time to Concord, Massachusetts. Associations with Thoreau, Hawthorn, Emerson and Alcott, historic revolutionary battle sites and quintessential New England architecture make the town pretty irresistible. Throw in a free house, courtesy of R's school, and it IS impossible to resist.
Five moves in 12 years. I'm done. Reb had better promise to work here until she retires. By that time, thanks to our age difference, I should be dead.
In case you've forgotten that Paul Revere poem that you memorized in 6th grade - or are not American - here you go: