The wind blew in a light breeze, the water rushed by the passing ship, the sun high in the sky. The breeze smelled of salt and it felt cold to the touch. Standing proud and tall was a man wearing a magenta trench coat, his big curly hair flew behind him. One hand behind his back while the other gripped tightly on a cane. He's been off in Paris for so long. Yes indeed, Thomas Jefferson was coming home.