In early 1775, the people of Boston were bitterly divided. The town was on a peninsula that was almost an island, connected only by a narrow spit of land on which four horses could walk abreast at high tide. There, and on the surrounding lands—Medford, Charlestown, Cambridge, Brookline, Roxbury, Dorchester Heights, Noddle Island, and Governor’s Island—and in the vessels in Boston Harbor and beyond, men, women, and children were weighing their loyalties.
Tracey wiped her work phone and packed it up to ship back to #Fresenius. She also loaded up her work laptop and a box of files and took them to the E. Peoria office. Bit by bit she is finalizing her retirement.
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