Michael Finnigan

If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you may have noticed that I keep starting over. I’ve even deleted all my posts and started from scratch — more than once. I’ve changed my approach (more than once) and taken long hiatuses (I suppose the correct plural is actually “hiati”, but nobody would know what I was talking about if I said it, and “hiatuses” is more of a mouthful and therefore more fun to say* — and I’m not really sure about “hiati”, anyway). I’ve learned a lot about the Revolutionary War since I first started blogging several years ago, but I certainly haven’t blogged consistently.

So, here we are, seven years after I published my first blog post, and it’s that time of year again: a day-by-day history of the Revolutionary War (which is what I set out to create in the first place) has to start out with the battles of Lexington and Concord, which took place on April 19, 1775. Most everybody has heard something about those, even if they don’t remember it; if nothing else, most people seem to remember something about Paul Revere, who made his famous ride the night before. I won’t promise to post something every day, as I tried to do at first, but you’ll probably be hearing from me more often than you have been. I hope you enjoy it.

“There was an old man named Michael Finnigan…” That’s not a quote from the 1770s, but if you know the rest of the song, you can guess why I mentioned it.


*Or, as Mark Twain put it in A Horse’s Tale, “size is the main thing about a word, and that one’s up to standard.”