The Presidents' Church

Yesterday our whole congregation took a field trip to Quincy (pronounced Quin-zee by locals, dunno why), to enjoy Sunday service at First Parish church, which was followed by a tour of the crypt.

I've never been much into presidential biographies, but following the law of "no such thing as coincidence" makes me think maybe there's something to this Adams fellow.

First my mom has been raving about the Adams series, starring Paul "I'm not drinking any f-ing merlot" Giamatti and Laura Linney, and I love them both.

The next day, possibly, our church announced a field trip to see the church where the Adam presidents and their wives our buried. We went, had the tour, and I recommend it.

Then, last night, after our long day enjoying QuinZy, eating Mexican food and visiting the in-laws, I was listening to my new favorite Book Tour podcast while Buckaroo did his milky drinking, and there was Steven Johnson talking about his new book, Joseph Priestly and The Invention of Air in which-- get this-- he discusses Priestly's relationship with Adams and Jefferson.

Turns out Adams and Jefferson had a tumultuous relationship-- I'm probably the only person in American who did not know this-- and it was Priestly, in a way, who caused their falling out and their reconciliation. Then, and this is the best part in my opinion, Jefferson and Adams died on the same day, the 4th of July! Adams last words were, "Jefferson lives" or something along those lines; it was a bit of a mumble.

So now I'm off to Netflix the Adams series as we're at the tail end of Ugly Betty. Maybe the Adams series has a secret, hidden message for me-- I'll keep you posted.