Liberty of the Ass

Riding a bus for hours to your next destination can be kind of cool because you don’t have to worry about things like gas, paying attention, etc. On the flip side, if you’re driving yourself you can indulge moments of “Hey…there’s Philadelphia! Wanna go see the Liberty Bell?”

So, on our way to New Jersey, we pulled off the highway, circled the bell 15 times before we found a ridiculously priced parking spot and then headed over to check it out. This is probably the first time I’ve ever said this about anywhere we’ve visited.

It wasn’t worth the effort.

I feel really bad about thinking this. I don’t like to talk badly about historical, important things, but it really wasn’t either. Here’s what I gathered from the visit.

No one knows anything about it. It simply signifies one thing, Liberty…because somebody said so. They don’t know where it came from, when it cracked or when it was last rung…but maybe on George Washington’s birthday. I stopped reading about it when “It is believed that the Bell….” came up for the hundredth time.

The best thing to come out of this visit was Dusty’s photos. That crack is pretty dang interesting.