And if your phlox ever crept up on you, you know that awful feeling.
There are twists and turns to almost every story, and this is why we say that "truth is stranger than fiction." Other things thought to be stranger than fiction include deep-fried Snickers Bars, the listing of side effects from every prescription medication (you take Lexapro for depression and then you get to deal with "Nausea, dry mouth, trouble sleeping, constipation, tiredness, drowsiness, dizziness, or increased sweating," many of which sound like symptoms of the very thing you are trying to get rid of) and the continued popularity of "reality" shows that show American culture at its loathsome perigee (we know that families such as the BooBoos of McIntyre, Georgia, live among us, but is that reason enough to glorify their dreadful existence?)
Right up Harford Road from where we live is Harford County, Maryland, home to many fine citizens and businesses. We like to drive up there to shop, buy cars, dine, and spend time in the rolling hills of Bel Air, Abingdon, Forest Hill, and Havre de Grace, among other towns there. We know a lot of people who have moved up there and found happiness and joy.
In 1822, an actor named Junius Brutus Booth, who had only the year before sailed to America from his native England, moved to Bel Air and founded a family. (The fact that he left a wife and child back home to come here with his pregnant girlfriend Mary Ann Holmes only amplifies the point that libertine behavior didn't just start last week.) Booth and Mary Ann got busy right away and raised eight of his ten children in a log cabin.
Hmmm. Are there any other famous Americans noted for having been born in a log cabin?
Two of the Booth kids became famous actors in America, and they were named Randolph Mantooth and Benedict Cumberbatch. No. They were Edwin Booth and John Wilkes Booth.
|John Wilkes Booth, villain|
|Edwin Booth, hero|
I thought that, Paul Harvey being gone, I should share the rest of the story.