I've often wondered what it would have been like to be an Average Joe during the time when the Second Continental Congress met to declare independence from Great Britain on behalf of the Thirteen Colonies. Here I am, sweaty and stinky after a day of hard labor on my farm. I brush down my animals after settling them into the barn and make my way across the black yard to the house. The oil lamp and fireplace inside the house are the only lights, killing my night vision because hey, the electric light bulb won't be invented until the day my great-grandson is farming this land.