I’ve always wondered what would have happened if Leon Czolgosz had been accepted as an anarchist and had gained friends. Would McKinley have lived for the rest of his term or would someone else have shot him?
Gail Halvorsen is a hero to me. Dropping candies from an airplane for children living a troubled time is exactly my kind of thing.
I feel a little guilty, but sometimes I think the Obama family is cuter than the Kennedy family.
I may just be from a lack of understanding, but I find the works of Edgar Allan Poe to be obnoxiously whiny.
Mod Note: You yourself are about to be whining pretty obnoxiously in a few seconds.
It’s strange to me that Harriet Tubman always looks so sad in her photographs. I’ve always seen her as a person filled to the brim with hope.
I think Edmonia Lewis had more style and talent in her little finger than most contemporary sculptors have today. I wish historians knew where she was buried.
I would give everything and anything to meet Poe. I dream of marrying him constantly, not just for his writing, as brilliant as they are, but there is more to him than alcohol and horror. I want to hug him. That’s all he needed.
I wish I could go back in time and be one of Teddy Roosevelt’s grandchildren.
I wish I knew what happened to the people from the Roanoke Colony.
I have an inappropriate amount of affection (not lust, mind you) for John Wilkes Booth. I have to explain to people that I do not condone his ideals or his shooting Lincoln—I just find him really interesting.