We decided to take a break from history for lunch, and walked through Prescott Park, which is on the edge of the port. Part of the park was roped off, because there was a theater performance, which was a combination of Shakespeare and Hair. The play used Shakespeare's words, but the actors were dressed like dirty hipster hippies, and danced like it was a 1960s rave. We were embarrassed for them, but they seemed not to be. Ecstasy is a helluva drug, I guess. The park, much like Mrs. Gibson's garden was full of bees, and at the very entrance was the "liberty pole" which you see below.
The liberty pole (heh) was erected (heh heh) in 1833, and was replaced twice, once in 1872 and again in 1899, and commemorates the first "No Stamps" flag which was flown here back in 1766. Anyway, it advocates emancipation from tyranny, and we wished to be emancipated from the hippies butchering Shakespeare, so we walked over to the Common Man restaurant, and had lunch, concluding with the best bread pudding anyone has ever had in their life. If you are there, go bathe in a tub of their caramel sauce. You will not regret it. Unless you drown, but then you will be dead, and regret will be the least of your problems. Hell is probably a non-stop hippie performance of Shakespeare where everyone around you is yammering on about how it's a bold interpretation when it really just sucks. The emperor like, has no clothes, man.
We decided to take a break from history for lunch, and walked through Prescott Park, which is on the edge of the port. Part of the park was roped off, because there was a theater performance, which was a combination of Shakespeare and Hair. The play used Shakespeare's words, but the actors were dressed like dirty hipster hippies, and danced like it was a 1960s rave. We were embarrassed for them, but they seemed not to be. Ecstasy is a helluva drug, I guess. The park, much like Mrs. Gibson's garden was full of bees, and at the very entrance was the "liberty pole" which you see below. 
The liberty pole (heh) was erected (heh heh) in 1833, and was replaced twice, once in 1872 and again in 1899, and commemorates the first "No Stamps" flag which was flown here back in 1766. Anyway, it advocates emancipation from tyranny, and we wished to be emancipated from the hippies butchering Shakespeare, so we walked over to the Common Man restaurant, and had lunch, concluding with the best bread pudding anyone has ever had in their life. If you are there, go bathe in a tub of their caramel sauce. You will not regret it. Unless you drown, but then you will be dead, and regret will be the least of your problems. Hell is probably a non-stop hippie performance of Shakespeare where everyone around you is yammering on about how it's a bold interpretation when it really just sucks. The emperor like, has no clothes, man.
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