My day was very odd. I drove to Avilla this morning to see an old friend who was diagnosed with bone cancer. He is being made comfortable and I went to sit with him, hold him in my arms and kiss his bald head, pray with him, cry for him, and hug him as tight as anyone would, knowing it was my last good-bye.
And then I went to 1812.
At least that is what they wanted you to think. But I was on to them. I’m nobody’s fool. I knew that we were still in 2004 but that they were just dressed like Indians and British soldiers. They didn’t fool me. Oh, sure, the cannon nearly knocked me to the ground with it’s percussive BOOM!!! But I know that Indians are brown all over and that guy with the war paint and the loin cloth had VERY white thighs (among other things).
Like I said, it was a very odd day.
