I have never been especially drawn to landmarks. Battlefield plaques, preserved taverns, roadside markers — I understand the appeal, and I have stopped for a few. But they have always seemed less like history than tombstones: fragments of a past life that meant far more to those who erected them than to those who pause […]
I have never been especially drawn to landmarks. Battlefield plaques, preserved taverns, roadside markers — I understand the appeal, and I have stopped for a few. But they have always seemed less like history than tombstones: fragments of a past life that meant far more to those who erected them than to those who pause […]
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