Man of Kent, or a Kentish Man?

Soon, and after a few days acting as professionally, seriously and sanely as I possibly can in London during my usual first 48 hours of jet-lagged fog and ill-humour (an ironic curse I haven’t shared that freely), I’ll be in Kent. As with London, and with the County of Suffolk to the north, from where my mother’s family came to Massachusetts via Ipswich 373 years ago, I am completely and hopelessly in love with Kent, mainly the “eastern” part. The County of Kent is the southeastern doorway to the British Isles–it has even more history, legend and myth than London. Lots, and maybe even too much, has happened here during the past 2500 years…