Cruising The Strip . . .
In fact one semester in college I took 3 history courses all at the same time as electives.
One reader asked if there were all these other riders, how come Paul Revere got all the press? I guess you might say he had a better press agent. Or at least had Henry Wadsworth Longfellow write a poem about him.
So why did Longfellow write about Paul Revere when there were other riders, and Revere didn’t even make it to Concord? Well, one reason stated was that Paul Revere was the best known of the bunch. A well-known and prosperous Boston silversmith, he was well-connected with the Revolutionary leadership, and a prominent member of the Sons of Liberty.
But there are some whispers that Longfellow found the name Revere easier to rhyme than Dawes, Prescott, or Bissell. Or especially Ludington.
And not surprisingly Longfellow took a lot of liberties (artistic license?) with the storyline in the poem.
For example, Revere did not observe the two lanterns in the old North Church tower, saying the British troops were coming by sea. In fact he was the one who ordered the lanterns placed in the tower in the tower in the first place.
Longfellow’s poem was not written until 1860, but ever then some people were upset that Paul Revere got all the acclaim. Helen F. Moore even penned a parody poem on the subject.
‘Tis all very well for the children to hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere;
But why should my name be quite forgot,
Who rode as boldly and well, God wot?
Why should I ask? The reason is clear—
My name was Dawes and his Revere
But note that she didn’t try to rhyme anything with Dawes either.
I did get my exhaust pipe strap hanger installed this afternoon and it works fine.
So that’s fixed now.
About 4pm Jan and I headed back down to the Henderson area to once again have dinner at Golden Flower Chinese Restaurant, a place that our friend Nick Russell turned us onto. And this time we had a dinner companion.
Boots Gibson, a long-time blog reader lives in Las Vegas and wanted to get together. So Golden Flower was the perfect place.
Turns out that Boots and Jan have a lot in common, both having worked in the medical field for many years, so they hit it off pretty quick.
We had our usual great meal and spent over two hours there. I think our waitress was wondering if we were going to start all over and order again.
Later, about 7:30 Jan and I headed over to the Vegas Strip to do our drive from the top to the bottom. We both enjoy watching some of the amazing outfits people actually wear out in public as they parade along the street.
Getting down to the bottom of the Strip at the airport, we head back over to Flamingo Rd. to have a piece of pie at Blueberry Hill Restaurant, known for their homemade pies. And it certainly shows.
And tastes.
Thought for the Day:
“The urge to save humanity is almost always a false-front for the urge to rule it.” – H. L. Mencken
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On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five . . .
Two hundred forty two years ago, Paul Revere, along with William Dawes, Israel Bissell, and Samuel Prescott, and a week later, Sybil Ludington, headed out across Massachusetts to warn the colonists that the British troops were on the move.
And contrary to popular lore, he did not ride along shouting, “The British Are Comingâ€. First off it wouldn’t have made much sense because at that time everybody was British. Plus Paul Revere and others were riding in secret so they wouldn’t be stopped by the British troops.
Dispatched by Joseph Warren, a physician and early leader in American Patriot organizations at the beginning of the American Revolution, he used four riders to ensure that at least one would get through to warn Samuel Adams and John Hancock that the British troops were coming to arrest them.
And ironically, Revere didn’t even complete the ride but was arrested by the British between Lexington and Concord, a total ride of about 18 miles.
Although the facts of her ride are blurry, Sybil Ludington supposedly outdid them all, when two years later, she rode over 40 miles in the rain to warn militiamen that the British troops were on their way to attack the Continental Army’s supply depot at Danbury, CT.
And she was only 16 years old.
A little after 1pm I turned off all the rig stuff, and then went outside and killed shore power to the coach so I could install the new transfer switch. After I removed the old one, I moved the grommets that protect the wires entering the box to the new one.
One thing nice was that even though it was an 85° day, we still had the front AC to keep things cool since it’s running separately on my AC bypass.
It only took me about 10 minutes to get the new one in, and up and running. So no more popsicle sticks.
Next I was back under the front of the rig to mount the new exhaust pipe on my generator and it turned out to be pretty easy, everything just sliding together.
While I was under there I noticed a missing hanger strap that should be supporting the pipe, so it’s something else to fix.
Getting out from under the generator, I looked at what I had.
It was a little long, which I expected. So now I marked it with a Sharpie and then cut it to the correct length, ending up with this.
It actually sticks out a little more, but the bin door is partially open because the satellite cables come out from there. I may look into getting a chrome exhaust tip to put on the end.
About 4:30 Jan and I head down to Sunset Dr. in Henderson for another run at Buffalo Wild Wings, Tuesday being their Half Price Wings Day. And this time I managed to get a photo before we dug in.
Once again I went with the Mango Habanero while Jan stayed with the Bourbon Honey Mustard sauce.
Finally heading back to the rig I made a stop at an O’Reilly Auto Parts and found a exhaust hanger strap that should fit the bill. But no luck with an exhaust tip that would fit.
Wrapping up, as I was going over tax stuff today, I found this noticed on one of the IRS forms.
Really glad to know this ahead of time. Otherwise I might have gotten in trouble.
Thought for the Day:
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