I'm off across the pond to Great Britain for three weeks, to renew ancestral ties (and cumberbuns), search for that elusive little village in Wales, hoist a pint at the local, and to pick up a brogue.
I won't be doing computers on this trip. This is the old hazel stick and a backback, the stop at the public house for a good night's rest, grab a bit of cheese and bread along the road. I'll be recording the passing scene in old-fashioned pencil and paper to be transcribed into glowing phosphors on your computer screens upon my return, if I return, that is.
It will be most interesting to be away from the insanity of the United States for a good while, to view the New American Empire from its humble predecessor, to talk with folks unburdoned by US propaganda. I'll be in the small villages tucked far and a-wee among the hills and lakes of Yorkshire, Ayreshire, the Lake District, North Wales, Pembrokeshire and the Republic of Ireland, absorbing the flavor of life lived on a slower timetable, mostly. Can't get away from all of it, of course, even in Wales, but it will be closer. We'll see...
Until then, thanks to all who have frequented these pages. I hope to reward your persistence with more words of hope, cheer and imminent societal doom. Civilization, if that's what it is, has started down the long porcelain parkway, and not a moment too soon.
Until I return... Iechyd da!
On my way to The Olde Country!