[pullquote]If you ever have a chance to be in Lexington Massachusetts, stop by the Office of Tourism, you will meet Bill and be glad you did.[/pullquote] If you ever have a chance to be in Lexington Massachusetts, stop by the Office of Tourism, you will meet Bill and be glad you did.What we say is true about not knowing our own back yard. I have been a resident of Concord, Massachusetts for almost 30 years and never had a chance to visit (like a tourist that is) Lexington. It was a crisp and nippy afternoon and thanks to a very persisting cold air from Canada the temperature was oscillating between 25 and 30 degrees Fahrenheit. A heat wave compare to last year’s February right? Regardless of the cold, the sky was blue, the birds were not singing and I was on a mission. I took my camera and marched along the street of this historic town and stopped by the Office of Tourism (like a real Tourist). I met Bill, Thank God for Bill. If you have a lousy day stop there, Bill will tell you all the battle stories that gave birth to our beautiful country. It was so invigorating; I have never felt so American. [pullquote]It’s funny, coming from someone that grew up in Provence and naturalized in 2000. Oh well. I felt just that; AMERICAN. Never prouder![/pullquote] It’s funny, coming from someone that grew up in Provence and naturalized in 2000. Oh well. I felt just that; AMERICAN. Never prouder! Place right in the center of the store is a beautiful and realistic replica of what happened on this very site. It made me realize how lucky we were. All the led figurines lying down on the battle ground were once heroes that gave their lives for our freedom. Patiently Bill reminded me of all the revolutionary events that took place here and pointed on a map all the important buildings that I had to visit. I thought for a minute to hug Bill, but then again, I refrained.
We shook hand and I was on my way to the Hancock Clark Parsonage House, the Memorial to the Lexington Minuteman Marker, the Minuteman monument, the Munroe Tavern, the Buckman tavern, and the Revolutionary Monument. What a beautiful afternoon that was. A beautiful afternoon that I will never forget.