My wife and I spent the day dressed in our 18th century finery, greeting diners and visitors to Longfellow's Wayside Inn in Sudbury, MA. I loaded up my musket and fired a few rounds, smiled and said, "Good Day! Happy Easter! Welcome to the Wayside Inn" about a thousand times and tried not to obviously stare at some of the sweet young lovelies in tight blouses and mini-skirts. Weather-wise, it was a beautiful day; the bright sun shone with the promise of spring but the wind still carried the bite of winter.
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I'd rather be historically accurate than politically correct.
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