Heavens To Betsy!
A year or two ago, we contemplated a Philadelphia excursion, promoting it to La Diva and The Kid as an adventure, in which we could see the Liberty Bell, Constitution Hall, etc., and Betsy Ross's house. Plus eat like it was a Death Row Last Meal.
La Diva jumped to her feet, interrupting with, "Wait a minute! Do you mean THE Betsy Ross?" Yep, flag-making and all. A tear slipped out the corner of her eye.
We subsequently made the trip, without The Kid and La Diva, both of whom had show biz and athletic conflicts. And, yes, it all brought a tear to our eyes, as well.
In our noble profession, we are beyond fortunate in, despite several tragic losses, having our founding fathers (and mothers) still among us. I'd encourage you to meet, connect, and/or read the writings of the academics, consultants, and practitioners who were more or less present at the creation. You might be shocked at how current - even ahead of the wave - their current work is.
Have fun. This gang has some war stories that will make your socks roll up and down. And most of them are ready to once more join in the fray, and march, carrying a radical flag before them.
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