No place on earth do I love more sincerely

So I'm back. Did y'all hear me? I'M BAAAACK! Make some noise! One of the first things I discovered is that my answering machine got filled with long, empty messages (the kind you get when an automated call trips some bizarre reaction and it keeps recording even though there's nothing to hear), so if anyone tried to read one, I didn't get it. In the absence of a flood of invitations to celebrate the Fourth with barbecue and pagentry, I've made simple plans with my little band of homosexuals.

There's a lot to tell, but I've got little desire to tell it all now. Watch for updates! One thing, though: monshu's reaction when I mentioned I'd visited there has convinced me I need to spread Yorktown awareness. If the name arouses only a faint, gauzy recollection for you, consider clicking on this link. As I keep telling everybody, "If the French hadn't helped us defeat the British at Yorktown, we'd all be speaking English today."