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My Dinner with Samuel Adams: Bonfires, S’mores, and a Founding Father
Alright, let me tell you about this one time… It was fall, you know? That perfect sweater weather, leaves crunching underfoot, bonfire kind of vibe. There’s nothing like a crisp autumn evening, good company, and the undeniable joy of stuffing your face with s’mores. Seriously, who doesn’t love a perfectly toasted marshmallow squished between graham crackers and chocolate?
I’ve had a lot of memorable nights around a campfire, but this one? This one takes the cake. Or, should I say, the s’more?
We were doing the usual: friends, family, a roaring fire fueled by a questionable pile of wood we’d scavenged (don’t judge). Stories were being swapped, terrible singalongs were happening, you get the picture. Then things got… weird.
Now, I’m not about to claim I saw a UFO land in my backyard or that Bigfoot photobombed our family photos. But what happened next was almost as unbelievable. I reached into the cooler for a cold one – you know, a Samuel Adams, naturally – and BAM! Samuel Adams himself just… appeared.
Seriously, the dude materialized right in front of me. It was like time slowed down. Everyone else was moving in slow motion, completely oblivious to the powdered-wig-wearing historical figure standing a few feet away. My first thought? "Am I losing it?"
Then he spoke, adding a whole new layer to the "what is happening?!" feeling. "So, this is how history remembers me? As a figure on a bottle of alcohol?" He said, and I’m pretty sure my brain short-circuited for a second.
"Uh… I think it’s supposed to be a compliment?" I stammered, feeling completely unprepared for this historical encounter.
He chuckled, thankfully. "Of course, it is!" he said, with a glint in his eye.
"Sir," I managed, "with all due respect, what exactly are you doing here? And how did you get here?"
"I was hoping you could tell me that," he replied. "I’ve been popping up at bonfires for the past forty years! I suspect it has something to do with this," he added, gesturing to the bottle in my hand.
I was officially baffled. Was this real? Was I hallucinating? Did I accidentally inhale too much smoke from the bonfire? I hadn’t even taken a sip of my beer yet!
He cut through my internal chaos with a simple question: "Tell me, what’s going on in the world today?"
Okay, that felt like a loaded question. I hesitated, reconsidering that beer. But I decided, if this was actually happening, I wanted to remember every detail. So, I launched into a crash course on 21st-century America. Forty-five minutes later, I’d given him the two-century rundown, complete with my own (admittedly terrible) jokes about New Jersey.
Then, he just started reciting… stuff. "Merciful God! Inspire thy people with wisdom and fortitude and direct them to gracious ends. In this extreme distress… save our country from impending ruin – Let not the iron hand of tyranny ravish our laws and seize the badge of freedom…"
I blinked. This was too much. My imagination is pretty wild, but this guy was animated. Way too animated to be something I just conjured up in my mind.
"Uh, yeah," I squeaked out, still processing.
"Fear not! The people will arise," he proclaimed, with the passion of a revolutionary. "The love of liberty is interwoven in the soul of a man and can never be totally extinguished!"
Still reeling from his unbridled enthusiasm, I mumbled, "Right. Um… Yeah. Yes. Yes, I agree." My brain was working overtime trying to catch up.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by my lukewarm response. He seemed determined to ignite a fire in me. He clenched his fist and boomed, "Is it not high time for the people of this country explicitly to declare whether they will be freemen or slaves? It is an important question which ought to be decided. It concerns us more than anything in this life. The salvation of our souls is interested in the event: for wherever tyranny is established, immorality of every kind comes in like a torrent…"
That’s when it hit me: this was happening. Samuel Adams was here, somehow, and I was getting a front-row seat to his thoughts. I even remembered the rest of the quote from my history classes: "…It is in the interest of tyrants to reduce the people to ignorance and vice. For they cannot live in any country where virtue and knowledge prevail. The religion and public liberty of a people are intimately connected; their interests are interwoven; they cannot subsist separately; and therefore, they rise and fall together. For this reason, it is always observable that those who are combined to destroy the people’s liberties practice every art to poison their morals. How greatly then does it concern us, at all events, to put a stop to the progress of tyranny."
He smiled, clearly proud that his words still resonated, even after 250 years.
I smiled back, but then my face fell when I thought about how relevant those words still were today. "I believe that the poisoning of morals has indeed become a fine art to many in Congress. They search to identify harmful secular trends in society and exploit any issue – using the vanity of the people – to gain for themselves more control. It is clear to me that some in power – or those desperately trying to obtain power – are trying to promote harmful narratives to encourage a society where morals are ‘fluid,’ as they say, and vices are celebrated, allowing them to perpetuate this circle of power and poison."
He nodded grimly. "Few men are contented with less power than they have right to exercise, the ambition of the human heart grasps at more. I need not remind you that men of this character have had seats in Congress from the beginning… Let each citizen remember at the moment he is offering his vote that he is not making a present or compliment to please an individual – or at least that he ought not so to do; but that he is executing one of the most solemn trusts in human society for which he is accountable to God and his country. The liberties of our country, the freedom of our civil Constitution, are worth defending at all hazards, and it is our duty to defend them against all attacks. We have received them as a fair inheritance from our worthy ancestors: they purchased them for us with toil and danger and expense of treasure and blood and transmitted them to us with care and diligence. It will bring an everlasting mark of infamy on the present generation, enlightened as it is, if we should suffer them to be wrestled from us by violence without struggle or to be cheated out of them by the artifices of false and designing men."
"So," I asked, "what should we be doing to preserve our freedoms now and for future generations?"
He straightened his posture. "As piety, religion and morality have a happy influence on the minds of men, in their public as well as private transactions, you will not think it unseasonable… to bring to your remembrance the great importance of encouraging our university, town schools, and other seminaries of education, that our children and youth while they are engaged in the pursuit of useful science, may have their minds impressed with a strong sense of the duties they owe to their God, their instructors and each other, so that when they arrive to a state of manhood, and take a part in any public transactions, their hearts having been deeply impressed in the course of their education with the moral feelings – such feelings may continue and have their due weight through the whole of their future lives. A general dissolution of principles and manners will more surely overthrow the liberties of America than the whole force of the common enemy. While the people are virtuous, they cannot be subdued; but when once they lost their virtue, they will be ready to surrender their liberties to the first external or internal invader. How necessary, then, is it for those who are determined to transmit the blessings of liberty as a fair inheritance to posterity, to associate on a public principle in support of public virtue?"
I agreed wholeheartedly. Then I steered the conversation in a slightly different direction. "You’ve always been a strong advocate for states’ rights, believing that states should hold great authority versus the federal government being the supreme centralized power over the entirety of the land and the people. Fortunately, because America was not built with a sole and strong centralized power, states have oft acted to protect certain rights and freedoms and augmented their own economic growth by keeping taxes low and regulations to a minimum. We have also seen states stand up to the federal government for the protection of their citizens. Structuring the government so that its strength is greatest at the individual level and then decreases with each step from local to state to federal is – I believe – what’s allowed such a large and diverse country to last as long as it has while remaining free."
"I am fully persuaded that the population of the U.S. living in different climates, of different education and manners, and possessed of different habits and feelings under one consolidated government cannot long remain free, or indeed remain under any kind of government but despotism. And can this national legislature be competent to make laws for the free internal government of one people living in climates so remote whose habits and particular interests are and probably always will be so different? Is it to be expected the general laws can be adapted to the feelings of the more eastern and the more southern parts of so extensive a nation? …But should we continue distinct sovereign states, confederated for the purposes of mutual safety and happiness, each contributing to the federal head such a part of its sovereignty as would render the government fully adequate to those purposes and no more, the people would govern themselves more easily, the laws of each state being well adapted to its own genius and circumstances, and the liberties of the United States would be more secure… I mean… to let you know how deeply impressed with a sense of the importance… that the good people may clearly see the distinction – for there is a distinction – between the federal powers vested in Congress and the sovereign authority belonging to the several states, which is… the private and personal rights of the citizens." Adams nodded in agreement.
Then, his eyes landed on the bag of marshmallows, and he suddenly changed the subject. "Say, can I have a s’more?!"
"Of course," I said, smiling. I grabbed a couple of roasting sticks and skewered some marshmallows. "So, you think we’ll be okay?" I asked, feeling a renewed sense of hope.
We held our marshmallows over the embers, and he replied, "I cannot help thinking that this union among the Colonies… can be attributed to nothing less than the Agency of the Supreme Being. If we believe that he superintends and directs the great affairs of empires, we have reason to expect the restoration and establishment of the public liberties, unless by our own misconduct we have rendered ourselves unworthy of it; for he certainly wills the happiness of those of his creatures who deserve it, and without public liberty, we cannot be happy."
I assembled the s’mores, and while we ate them, he asked me a few more questions about the world since his time.
I was about to ask him more about the founding when he wiped the chocolate from his mouth and stood up. "Well dear, it was so sweet conversing with you, but I really must be going."
"No!" I pleaded, maybe a little too eagerly. I tried to regain my composure. "I mean, I have so much more I wanted to talk about."
His body started to flicker and fade, becoming practically see-through. "I’m afraid I don’t have much time," he said, looking down at his torso. "Everything will be okay," he said compassionately.
"Do you have any last words of wisdom for me?"
"If you carefully fulfill the various duties of life, from a principle of obedience to your heavenly Father, you shall enjoy that peace which the world cannot give nor take away… you know you cannot gratify me so much, as by seeking most earnestly the favor of Him who made and supports you – who will supply you with whatever His infinite wisdom sees best for you in this world, and above all, who has given us His Son to purchase for us the reward of eternal life."
And then he vanished. Just like that. I was sad to see him go, but I also felt strangely hopeful. Something about his words really encouraged me.
So, yeah, that’s the story of my dinner with Samuel Adams. Bonfires, s’mores, and a whole lot of historical perspective. You just never know who might show up for s’mores night!