This narrow path leads from here to there, but also from then to now. In Estabrook Woods, the forest gets confused, squirrels scatter, scramble for the nearest tree, jays scream, blue wings flash, the sound of running quickens to a drum roll, as Carlisle's Minutemen hurry to join the fight at the bridge. In Estabrook Woods, it's always April 19th on the path- ways of imagination.
Concord, Mass. August 1, 2004

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