No place on earth do I love more sincerely

[muckefuck]

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."

Comments

[my-tallest.livejournal.com]

Not only did I got on three field trips during my youth, but the drive we used to do to "the Farm" (the weekend house my Dad got) always went right by it, and over that fabulously high and thin bridger over the York River.

One of my favorite places on earth, and one of the few battlefields Dad dragged us to that I loved. Stupid Civil War. Viva La Revolution --ary War!

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Yeah, at Jamestown they were working away at removing all the crap the Rebs piled upon the old fort in order to reveal the Colonial artefacts.

Whereabouts was the farm? We stayed in the midst of a golf course on the outskirts of James City. (About all that can be said for it was that it was relatively central to the area's attractions.)

[my-tallest.livejournal.com]

The Farm was three miles out of Deltaville, on Route 33. I doubt you were anywhere near it. It was mostly central to the Piankatank River mouth, and so all the boating Dad could want to do.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

No, we never crossed the York. In fact, we made a big loop around Deltaville, going south to Norfolk, across the Bay Bridge-Tunnel, and up the Delmarva peninsula to Baltimore.

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Dude, I totally don't care about history unless it's on VH1. When they do "I Love the 1770s," maybe I'll watch.