Thanksgiving 2005

Well Thanksgiving 2005 wasn’t what I had hoped for. I had thought we were going to replace family with adventure, but as this trip has taught me (like I didn’t know it already!)there is, sadly nothing that can replace your family. Funny, you’d think free drinks would be as entertaining as Uncle Harry telling the same joke he’s told for the past 35 years, but even after 12 or so drinks, truth be, they aren’t. Restaurant fixings can’t touch Aunt Betty’s lumpy gravy, nor can the waiter at Reno’s finest match her surgery stories. Face it, we can’t stand to be around them, but when they are gone, we become closer to alone, we become them whether we want to or not, one day waking up to find that we no longer have anyone to tell our own stories to, no one to make our own uneatable food product for long after our own taste buds have rotted. Family, hold it tight and don’t ever give up the fight to claim them, each and everyone of them, toothless or not. For one day, we will be alone, and the young man who bags our grocery’s quite possibly will know more about us then anyone we have in our waning lives. Keep each human who shares more than 25% of your DNA in your heart, in your prayers and in your life. Love them because blackjack dealers don’t really care. Love them because it’s the right thing to do. Love them because your Mother would want you to.

flying children from the 18 hundreds

In the early months of 1808 it had become expected for folks children to be able to fly. When this often wasn’t the case, some would succumb to peer pressure. Many reverted to selling kidneys to be able to purchase “flying” machinery apparatus’s hoping to aide the offspring into a flight not unlike that of the 3 winged Blue Heron. Silly as it may seem by today’s standards it was serious business then, many children that were able to fly naturally went on to become cartoonists making upwards of $1000.00 per week. Others, sadly would only go on to being in charge of pencil sharpening for these draftsmen. Later, Mr. Francis P. Poe would attempt to unionize these lower paid workers only to watch management teams across the USA simply plug in the latest thing, the electrical pencil sharpener. It became a rallying cry for the flightless children and the 43 States adopted the 11th amendment. The last child able to fly without help past away in the spring of 1867, strangely it was Mr. Poe’s own youngest son Crawford Poe. A monument was commissioned in 1877 of these events and in 1888 it was unvailed in Brookfield Wisconsin.

I put the following to you

On a closed metal gate, a sign reads "Keep gate closed at all times", would keeping with the request now make it a fence?