Last weekend I achieved a small personal milestone that has been several years in the making. Namely, I participated in a living history event at Gettysburg.
[ pause for applause ]
This will probably surprise exactly no one that my historical interests were tending towards this, but I myself only became aware I was going in this direction about a year ago. Almost exactly a year ago, to be specific, when history friend Mel and I went to the Eisenhower Farm for their annual WW2 day. I wrote about that in one of my very first blog entries. And the rest, as they say, is history.
[ Get it? Get it??? History!!! Like this blog! … okay … ]
I joined my friends the Polish Army at Eisenhower Farm on the participant side, specifically the 10th Dragoon Regiment, 2nd Squadron. Once I know exactly what that means, I’ll let you know. I must also regretfully inform you that no actual dragons are present in this group, much like how the Union Jack recently got jipped out of including the Welsh Dragon
And so to the weekend:
This week marks the one year anniversary of this blog! Hooray!! It’s been a great (and busy!) year and I’m looking forward to see what the next year brings.
It’s your birthday! Time to party!
The only time you’ll see George Washington and twerking in the same caption.
(…because I didn’t have time to draw a birthday themed Thing, you get a celebratory doodle from last year)
I just had to get this in before the results of the Scottish vote are published. I was trying to follow this at work but … the Scottish are so civilised about everything and voting isn’t a full-contact sport like it is here in the States. So there were lots of people casting ballots against a cloudy sky but there weren’t anything like exit polls or a little counter ticking off all the precincts as they close or a preliminary result or even a percentage of population that has voted.
It’s a good thing I’m not Scottish because I have no opinion one way or the other. On the one hand – a repressed peoples sticking it to Britain and breaking free (think of my Irish loyalties…), on the other hand – could an independent Scotland survive economically?
And so without further ado, this is the day’s stream of thoughts regarding the issue:
Yes that’s right. Dublin.
If you recall (back when I was posting about real stuff) I wrote about a quick stop in Boston where I got to check out a lot of the places important to America’s whole Colonial Era mythology. The reason for this quick stop was actually a layover because I was on my way to Dublin, the land of my forebears (sort of), to visit my sister and college roommate.
So. After a fun and eventful day in Boston, seeing all the sites with other college roommate, eating the famous cannolis from that famous place from that famous movie (Mike’s?), I hopped a cab back to the airport for my 10 pm flight ex patria.