Michael Exter

“Where would we make our permanent home? I longed for the bustle of big-city life, while Dick sought the tranquility of the country. Our debate was finally resolved when we struck a perfect compromise in Concord, Massachusetts, a town of eighteen thousand residents twenty miles west of Boston—close enough for easy access to the city, but still a country community with a long, winding river, wooded areas, walking trails, plentiful farms, and a classic main street. We were both drawn to the town’s historical richness: the footprint of the antislavery movement, the circle of mid-nineteenth-century writers who had once dwelled within walking distance of one another—Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Louisa May Alcott—and whose homes were still standing. Dick revered Emerson’s”
― Doris Kearns Goodwin, An Unfinished Love Story: A Personal History of the 1960s