Max Revere outside Concord
It’s time to restore the reputation of one of our nation’s greatest unsung revolutionary heroes.
Max Revere (1751-1802) was a distant 2nd cousin to Paul Revere, once removed — some say to a Charleston, Massachusetts ‘Asylum for the Determinedly Deranged and Those Suffering from Acute Third-Stage HeebieJeebies’. As Colonial American families were often quite large and extended (Paul Revere himself had 11 siblings, and fathered 13 children of his own, via 2 wives), it is unlikely that Paul and Max knew each other well, or, in fact, that they ever even met!
Which makes Max’s accomplishment during the run-up to the Revolutionary War even more surprising, for Max’s exploits mirrored those of his more well-known 2nd cousin. Throughout the night of April 18th -19th,1775 — while Paul was undertaking his famous Midnight Ride from Boston toward Concord to warn Colonists of the British Regulars crossing the Charles River in preparation of attack — Max was undertaking his own warning foray.
Clad in soft moccasin-like sneakers he had clumsily fashioned in his leatherworking shed (the first jogging trainers?), Max set out in a frantic run across the rolling Massachusetts countryside to warn Colonists of advancing clowns. It seems Max was afflicted with severe myopia, perhaps allowing him to mistake the boldly clothed Redcoats, with their white breeches, polished black riding boots and belts, and rucksacks of blue and dun and green, for gaily garbed circus performers. (Or, maybe in his mentally addled state, he just saw clowns everywhere.)
In any case, we have Max to thank, too, for making us the independent nation — free of the British yoke — that we are today.