We were calendaring the first 8 months of 2016 at Troop Committee tonight. We had the school, church, and Council calendars out to check for conflicts. Midway through our discussion of April events, somebody mentioned of a happening, "that's on April 18." I replied, "Hardly a man is now alive." Val smirked. Most of the rest gave blank responses. So I said, "You know, Paul Revere's ride." Still no response. So I recited,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
General consternation. Lloyd said, "I can remember the Ides of March, but that's about it." Which is impressive all by itself, when you think of it.
Everyone can tell you when some internet-boosted special day for Bullied Beagles with Body dysmorphia is, but nobody knows any historical dates. Let alone, poetry.
