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FOUNDERS' DAY “Far, far away, O'er the thunderous sea, Find love for a day, And then you'll hear from me.” I. The Bereaved of Parthenon “Dead!” the man cried out. “She’s hanged herself!” “Lord help us all,” muttered a woman who’d been standing near at hand. “What am I to do?” the speaker was apparently the husband, and he went to his knees, right there on the wet planks on the narrow strand of town where the fishing boats were all moored. People began to gather around him as they waited for the authorities. For my part, I stood watching, from the small foot bridge that crossed what had once been a tributary. Before the outburst from the man, I’d been in a rush, for I was on my way to telling my friend the good news about the upcoming event. In the wake of the declaration, I almost forgot. When I did get in motion again, heading towards the weather beaten houses that faced out at the sound, I chanced to run into the same friend. “What’s happened, Roy?” he asked me, and it seemed