Saturday, August 1, 2015
My apologies for the lateness and paucity of posts, but I'm on the road in Ohio. . .
I'm talking a little treason with me comrades, as Michael O'Flynn in The Quiet Man said. I am also going to attend my 45th high school class reunion, something I have never done since graduation. (The fact of my graduation was actually the subject of serious wagering at the time, with my math teacher losing out ten bucks to the journalism teacher on the proposition that I would not graduate. The journalism teacher thought I just might sneak by, and I did. It was, however, a close run thing, as Wellington said of Waterloo.) This is the first trip in a while that I have made principally just for my self. Rosey is with me, and we have an armed house sitter so everything should be hunky-dory. Should be either fun, strange or a severe disappointment -- perhaps all three at once. We'll see.