
Every year, my husband‘s band plays a backyard show for “Gaspee Days.” It‘s such a good time. As a Rhode Island transplant, do I fully understand what that means? NO!
All the local history I was taught in my AP US History course in high school in Worcester, MA amounts to this: “Rhode Island is where all the rejects from Massachusetts went.”
20+ years later, I can confirm.
Yep. That fits. 😅