My favorite founder, and a place that shares his name

Friday morning, Paine Hollow, Wellfleet, Mass. No American ever had a better year than Thomas Paine did in 1776. That’s a pretty presumptuous thing to say, but I believe it, all the same. And since I’m the jury on this one, nobody’s going to change my mind about it, either. Paine was plucked out ofContinue reading “My favorite founder, and a place that shares his name”