However, you can’t climb the steps to the summit of this ivory tower. You have to ride a tour bus.
And you can’t go it alone. You have to moo along with a herd of other tourists.
But it’s worth it. That is if you like hanging out in what amounts to a giant bachelor’s pad. Behold the main visitor’s entrance, replete with cool mastodon fossils and trinkets scored from the Lewis and Clark expeditions.
As you can see, all that’s missing are the neon beer signs and a flat screen TV. To be fair, and not to confuse our 3rd president with our 43rd,
So. Back to
True to his words, he goofed around with his house, his “essay in architecture.” He wrote letters. He entertained guests. He cultivated every plant imaginable, be it tree or flower or fruit or vegetable. He tinkered with astronomy at night, then during the day trained his spyglass on the grounds of the University of Virginia to supervise its construction (built from his design) from afar. History does not say whether or not the women’s dormitory was completed prior to the old man’s passing.
Of course, none of
Jefferson, a man of his time, had no compunction about owning slaves and profiting from their labors. But he also wasn’t afraid to offer them education and opportunities, suitable to their station in life. He brought his best slaves with him wherever he went. Some learned the fine arts of French cookery. Others became masters of the skilled trades. His common slaves could learn to read and write, should they so desire. Unlike other slaveholders,
Back down in the thoroughly modern town of
My ire up, I was ready to slip on my silk knickers, snug down my waistcoat, powder my wig, and get back to nature. But then Diane suggested we duck into a tavern for an ice-cold beer and a giant cheeseburger, and my resolve melted. For she knew what I had temporarily forgotten—that no matter the sounds or the odors, every era has its own troubles in its own way. Even on a hilltop retreat.