A review of MorseFest, 2015 (Friday night only)
Last Friday, September 4, as soon as I’d finished teaching my freshmen courses on Western Civilization, my wife, Dedra, and I got into the car and drove 8 hours south to Cross Plains, Tennessee, site of MorseFest 2015. We had originally hoped to attend the entire weekend, but family necessities prevented this. We were only going to be able to attend Friday night.
We made it by 7 (aided by a time change, gaining an hour), and found ourselves at a rather nice, contemporary Protestant church, just south of the Kentucky border. Even walking across the parking lot, my wife and I realized this would not be the normal prog crowd. Indeed, a huge variety of peoples was walking into the church—including lots of elderly women, immaculately dressed. We had seen the…
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