I recently finished reading Susan Cheever's book about my town of Concord, Massachusetts: American Bloomsbury.
The book sets out to describe Concord mid-ninteenth century and the great thinkers and authors gathered here during that time: Louisa May Alcott, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Margaret Fuller, Nathaniel Hawthorne,
and Henry David Thoreau. Cheever doesn't rise to the occassion, in my humble opinion, as I had hoped she would in this much awaited title...but that's beside the point...
What is your point you ask...
Well...just about the time I finished reading about Thoreau and Alcott's views of the silly rules and regulations of their town of Concord... I received my 2007 tax bill for my dog. Yup, we are taxed $30 per dog here in Concord.
What would Thoreau do?
Rip up the bill and let his dog run free, without the annoying metal tag around his neck indicating that he indeed is legal and paid up for the privilege of living on this hallowed, historic ground.
Okay, okay...I paid the bill. But sheesh...what about those deep thinkers who have walked this ground before me? They would not be pleased.
Here's my heavy and heavily taxed Cocker Spaniel Comet pondering his taxation:
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