Every once and so often, you run across yourself in the oddest of places. At least, I ran across my name in the oddest place: on a tax list for East Marlborough Township, Chester County, Pennsylvania, 1765. I don’t know if I’m related to the gentleman in question (it’s not all that farfetched, and my last name’s a fairly rare one, with only 76 people in the United States sharing it) but at least I can reasonably certain I’m not running across evidence of a time travel experiment that strands me in the past.
Just something unusual uncovered on a slow Sunday night, which led to some unusual thoughts about what I would be doing in 1765. I got as far as contemplating a career in medicine (after all, just knowing about bacteria’s relationship to disease, proper sanitation and use of sterilization would put me ahead of most doctors of the era) before getting distracted by my email dinging for my attention.
Moment of Zen