At ten this morning at the Norwichtown Colonial Burial Ground, and though it's not my event I'm inviting you to come because it's a part of our Fourth observations and I think once I tell you about it, you might want to make it part of yours as well, there's a wreath-laying ceremony to honor Samuel Huntington.
Samuel Huntington was Connecticut's 18th Governor, a Signer of the Declaration of Independence and First President of the United States under the Articles of Confederation which is what the rebelling colonists formed after fighting the British Crown and which preceded the creation of our Constitution.
There will be some speeching because there always is (and I'm not suggesting there shouldn't be, just not a lot of long speeching I hope), some fife and drum corps music and marching (probably simultaneously), a song or two from Tom Callinan, Connecticut's First State Troubadour (but no matter how high up you hold the lighter, he still will not play 'Whipping Post,' man; do not ask how I know this). There's plenty of room and you can stand next to me (I usually have snacks and will share).
And for us to thank all who took that risk as we honor a hometown hero (Samuel Huntington was born just up the road in Scotland, Connecticut and settled in Norwich) and rededicate ourselves to the ideas and ideals Huntington and tens of thousands of others, whose names we'll never know, did what needed to be done so we can be the persnickety pains in the posterior to one another that we so and too often are.