It's strange how the tendrils of history weave our lives together in unexpected ways. This Summer my father told me that he had decided to give a 1925 copy of the complete works of Thomas Paine to his old school in memory of his brother. He asked me to go with him and, thinking it would be a pretty drive on a summer day, I said yes, not knowing I'd peel another layer of his story. My father's school is Thetford Grammar School in Norfolk, England. It's a very old [...]