When you are in Concord Massachusetts the Thoreau's hometown you can witness the proud history, glorious past and thriving modern community. It was Sunday evening, the night fell early, a rather cold day for this time of the year, the town literally went to sleep, store owners seemed like they were glad to close down and go home early, a young woman sat on an empty bench in front of an empty store with an impassive look on her face bore a bored expression kept her face down took solace in her smart phone punching away on the keyboard maddeningly, next block over a few restaurant owners reluctantly kept their businesses open where a handful of locals quietly ate their dinner with a frightful look in their eyes on account of the impending arrival of Monday, the churches looked resplendent with the light thrown on them with darkness around them, a couple strolled on the sidewalk bothered by the cold; the female partner not particularly enjoying the subject of their conversation, the closed shops displayed their wares in their windows in brilliant colors, lights, shades and shadows...makes me wonder if Thoreau himself is making me write this.
A 19th century American icon and naturalist and author/poet Henry David Thoreau was born in this town and I saw the legacy of Thoreau everywhere in this town. One fall evening on a weekend I had a few hours to spare and I figured Concord makes a perfect drive. It is just a short drive up the highway Rt 126 which runs right by where I live in Framingham a suburb of Boston metro area.
To confuse the matters there is Concord the capital city of New Hampshire which is lot bigger and well known and is not very far from Concord MA actually.
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