Over the long history of mankind, people mark the passing of the seasons with various traditions … decorating dead conifers, taking candy from strangers, getting drunk in Savannah under the guise of cultural heritage. I know it’s Thanksgiving Eve when I’m placing a turkey into a bucket on my back porch. Continue reading “Buckets of Friends”
Snow covered mountains, Thanksgiving for two and at least one day of doing nothing thanks to a Mythbusters marathon … pics from my Thanksgiving weekend are on Flickr.
I have a few people on my mind …
… the friends I won’t be seeing this Thanksgiving. Rather than visit family or host our usual “expatriate Thanksgiving” for our friends, Suzan and I will escape for a weekend of our own.
Continue reading “Vacation Time”