Celebrating Our Past, Growing Our Future
By Loren Anne Barnett
he creaking of ships rigs was bearly audible over the shouts of sailors and
slaves unloading exotic cargo in the port. My daughter Helen marched
along beside me to the distant sound of fife and drum. Occasionally, her
eyes widened at the boom of canon fire. Although quiet to the occasional
passerby, Chestertown’s waterfront bustled in our minds’ eyes, fed by the convincing
audio on our borrowed iPods.