A DAY IN THE NORTH

Midnight and scotch and jack daniels.
And a laptop.
And The North.
It is late – and we have tasted – but we are ok.

Now, there is a combination.

We are hosting two relatives Up North this weekend.

One is a cousin. The other is her friend, a WW2 veteran, crewman on a B-24 flying over Italy in the last War.

I/we are looking forward to many lively discussions over the next few days.

It is September 3. The seventieth anniversary of the start of WW2.

Will there be any mention in the msm?
I wonder.

Our guest was a young lad who was crew on a B-24. I hope to have long discussions with him.

We received a letter from a British cousin the other day. She lamented the dirth of statesmen these days.

Is it the people or the times or the culture or the what that brings forth the Churchills and the Reagans and the FDRs?

Anyway, we do not have the greats today. She is right. It is true. We have no prominent statesmen/women on deck, as it were.

Why not?

It is late.

I have to walk Sophie Matilda and it is dark and cold outside. 48 tonight is forecast.

It is ok. She has had her pills and her ear meds and she is ready.

I will take her out. Our guests are tucked in in their minibeds and they are comfy.

We had drinks and dinner and conversation and they all went on a walk.

We look forward to tomorrow.

Another day, a good day in The North.