Happy Thanksgiving.  Just ............. Happy Thanksgiving.

Copied from the blog of BOREPATCH:

Col. McCrae's poem In Flanders Field:

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Veteran's Day.  It's not just a day that the garbage isn't picked up, or the mail not delivered.

Wo

Vacation

WoFat does indeed ride again.  Home from a week long vacation at Dauphin Island, Alabama.  You can't get much further south without landing in Cuba.

The government put a long sand berm along the beach, said berm being about 7 feet high.  Annoying.  They thought oil was going to overtake the beach and the island.  Didn't happen.  The bad publicity did in fact almost destroy island businesses, but the oil thing did little damage.

If you need a vacation and don't really want to hock the house and the car, try Dauphin Island.  A long (for America) history of conflict and interest.  Friendly people and lots of seafood.  Which I can't eat.  Allergic you know.  To the seafood.