What a great old poem, huh? Legend has it that the man who lit the lanterns, Robert Newman, was drinking that night with British soldiers who had quartered his house and were boasting about their immediate invasion.
Newman slipped out and climbed the old rickety steps of the North Church, lit the lantern that warned Revere and the others, then slipped back down, only to run smack into a Red Coat patrol...
The day these pictures were taken, out along the Charles River on the famous Duck Tour, driving and boating... both Rebekah and Xian got to drive the boat and we laughed at how easy it was to leave our cares behind.
Longfellow's Paul Revere's Ride has been with me all my life. Though much of the poem and the legend surrounding that night has been disproved, I still recalled passages of it out on the river. Poetry does that sometimes, makes you feel like the legend is more important than fact. Dreams too.