Obama National Airport

I voted for a Black Man for president. That's right.... I said a BLACK MAN..... for PRESIDENT!!!! YAY!! Not that I even cared if Obama was black or white...... He's not a republican and that's all that really mattered. Everyday, we Americans accept the choices allowed us by Wal-Mart, so choosing someone for President shouldn't be much different right. Just like shopping at Wal-Mart.... It's not really what you were looking for, but now you have several new options to choose from, so decide. Lets face it.... in eight or even four years.... it won't matter who we picked because we'll hate them anyhow. We're a disposable society. At least with Obama for president we won't have to hear the word Maverick every ten freaking minutes.... Did I say Maverick.... what a maverick.... I wish someone would put her on a maverick (an unbranded range animal like a motherless calf) and send her maverick ass back to Alaska. AND.... in case you don't click the link...... here's the list of synonyms for the word maverick...

stray, bohemian, dissenter, extremist, malcontent, nonconformist, radical

I digress... I wholeheartedly intended to make this posting about change. I know, I too am just as tired of hearing the word Change. Do any of those campaign staffers know about http://www.thesaurus.com/ ? Change however, is what I'm all about these days. I'm going through a weird transition concerning my opinion of my family. I've always made the joke about being inbred, but so does everyone from St Marys County, MD. Well I've been analyzing some of my closest relatives and their behavior lately and have come to the conclusion that there might actually be some mental illness scattered about....LOL Sorry for laughing, but as soon as I finished typing that I swear I felt the grapevine shake violently. The grapevine being the most commonly used form of communication for those family members who didn't desert and move away. I digress again.... damn-it! I'll go into more detail about the craziness factor another time. Today I want to share with you the elation I'm experiencing after casting my vote last friday. I walked out of that court house knowing I had overcome the most tragic part of my life. I had voted for a Black Man for president. Not only had I overcome those deep ancestrally rooted racist fears but I truthfully felt that every single American, when staring at their own ballot would succumb to the same realization that it was time.... Time for that change. Time to let it go... embrace our country for what it was intended. A country where all men and women are equal.

-- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

That was the last line of the Gettysburg Address by Abe Lincoln. We as a nation have suffered the fools long enough. It truly is time for Change. My first order of business after Barack Hussein Obama is sworn into office, is to petition to have Reagan National Airport renamed...... Obama National Airport and send our OWN video to those cave dwelling, goat eating, stinky ass, bomb carrying, so-called terrorists, telling them to Bring It On..... if you think you can. I hate flying out of Wash DC, but to do so from an airport called Obama (O Bomb A) National Airport... I'd make the drive. Stick that in your turban Bin Laden.... if you aren't dead already. I guess I shouldn't be too hard on him and his band of rowdy rebels. After all, we knew they were coming, well WE didn't know, but the idiot in DC did. Zeitgeist..... buy it.... WATCH IT!!!! AND VOTE!!!!!

My scary future....

I was totally out of my mind this morning and went into the bathroom with a full head of hair only to return downstairs a balding 44 yr old. I cut my hair and shaved the top of my head to resemble a middle aged man who was completely bald on top. Not knowing what it would look like.... I actually like it!!! I'm sure it's my imagination, but I did get some stares when I went out to the Laundromat. Of course that could have been because I was with Miriam and we were cutting up the whole time. I'm feeling pretty good about being an old bald guy.... it don't look so bad!! So now I guess for Halloween I can just pick any relative and go as them.... LOL Of course in a few days when it all grows back.... I'm sure poeple will wonder..."What the Hell".. I always say... "Keep 'em Guessing"!

BFF Rules

How BFF's really work:

1. When you are sad, I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you that way.

2. When you are blue, I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile, I will know that you FINALLY got laid.

4. When you are scared, I will rag on you every chance I get and try to scare you more.

5. When you are worried, I will tell you horrible stories about much worse it could be until you quit whining.

6. When you are confused, I will use little words, sarcastically.

7. When you are sick, stay the hell away from me until you are well again you nasty germ carrier.

8. When you fall, I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

9. When your relationship with the child you call BF/GF ends (surprise!), I will stop writing "Buy Milk and Cookies" on your grocery list.

10. When you pick up a skank trick at the bar, I will make fun of you afterwards, and for the rest of your freakin' life!

madness and sadness

The past two weeks have been full of all that makes life wonderful and sometimes not. It started with Moby coming home with a big ole infected injury. Her leg was swollen and oozing and needed not only our attention, but observation. Since she has a tendency to wander away days at a time, we brought all the cats in and locked the cat doors. We also had to take the other three cats to the vet that friday, so having them all indoors would make it easier to catch them. A whole week we got to listen to all 4 cats meowing and screeching at us to let them out. Mobys leg healed pretty quick considering she would immediately lick off any meds I put on her. She couldn't get rid of the ammoxicillan I made her swallow and I'm guessing that's what fixed her. We also had Roux scheduled for her spay. Poor girlie... I swear she was too young, but the vet didn't, so last thursday she got dropped off and .... well..... it's done. She came home very unhappy and not at all interested in seeing anyone or anything..... Dash included. All she wanted to do was lay around and moan. All night and all day she would just lay there and moan. Most of that time she would be in my arms or just laying beside me. I couldn't help it... she's a little girl. None of the other dogs we've ever had were girls. They all got over it and toughed it out... Roux on the other hand, totally worked it to her advantage. For future reference..... female dogs require more stitches than males do. There's more swelling, and more redness and generally MORE of everything. Poor Roux!! She got her stitches removed today... a week after her surgery. Healing great and pretty much already over any discomfort. She's a remarkable dog. Steve left this past monday for Heidelberg Germany and he'll be back tomorrow. I forgot what it was like to be here all alone.... it's been awhile since he went out of town and bottom line..... I STILL don't like it. Eating cereal all week and walking the dogs and nobody to share my daily adventures with each evening. Actually, this past week was fine. With cell phones and email it's almost impossible to not be in touch on a daily basis. Well we could if we wanted to..... NOT. I had a small burst of realization take place earlier this week too. A secret source relayed to me some very interesting information concerning my family.... quite unknowingly too. This eye opening info sort of relates to the above photo. I guess you'll have to wait for the book to see what we discovered. It's funny how almost always the truth is so obvious if we take a step back and view the drama from a different perspective. There of course is always a certain amount of sadness associated with the truth and I'm guessing that's why so many of my family refuse to see it. Oh well. What isn't hereditary can still destroy us with dysfunctional values. My family has become a hall of mirrors with similarities not only in physical likeness, but more disturbingly, behaviorally. I want to be my own person. I want to gain my footing before the Hierarchy of Oppression that we call a family tree comes crashing down. Already it's begun... the struggle for dominance. Cain killed Abel for family power.... I guess my family could have learned their lessons from the bible. It would be easier for most of my [current] siblings if they could just see the obvious. I shake my head and sigh sadly, because I'm not telling them. They have to see it on their own.... nobody can show them. I believe they'll probably just have to read it, but then it'll be too late.

A Little Treat

First, I'd like to say I have No Clue why this blog is all bunched up.

I have checked my photos.... I've checked text placement..... I've

deleted and reposted twice just in case there was some sort of glitch.

I'm going to place blame directly on the Blogger Staff in hopes that

one of them read it and promptly tell me what I did wrong. I'm just

about ready to delete this account anyhow. I've been using another

blog site and it's much easier and has more features. So for whatever

it's worth, I apologize for the jumbled text on this post.

Enjoy!!

Moving right along on his latest project, Steve has almost completed our most recent attempt to scare the hell out of the Harpers Ferry Ghost Tours. With only one more piece to attach, the air compressor purchased and on stand by in the utility room, we're just about ready for HOURS of urine inducing fun. I say Urine inducing because on too many occasions to count we've scared the ghost tour only to hear them exclaim how they almost peed themselves. I can't wait!!!

Steve was so proud of his new gadget. So happy he even posed for me, Sarah Palin style. No Bear or Wolf hunting around here though, only the occasional lost touron. Here we have a gift from Roux. She decided, either Steve's wine would taste better with a rawhide soaking in it, or she wanted to soak her rawhide to make it taste better.... we're not sure. The rawhide AND the wine got tossed. She's started some pretty sneaky behavior. We're so used to being able to leave stuff on the coffee table and leave the room. NOT ANY MORE!!!! She's fast too.... I can get up.... leave the room and before I REMEMBER I left a glass or a plate or a remote or a pen..... Anything.... she has it and gone. Fast little demon, I swear. Well this time she dropped her chew in Steve's wine, and was very upset about it too. Oh Well. Fall is officially here as we're all aware, but now it is also in our home. I made the first Pumpkin Pie of the season. It was SO good. This is my first year experimenting with Gluten free crusts. Gluten free baking for that matter. I'd have to say... I'm getting pretty good. Soy flours bake too dark..... rice flours are almost too fine, but the brown rice flour and garbanzo bean four are terrific. I'm getting a little better with the mixtures and the additives... like xanthan gum and rennet. Eventually my goal is to make a gluten free doughnut.... I miss doughnuts. For now I can settle for Pumpkin Pie. Today while grocery shopping I wanted something sweet and ended up buying cottage cheese. I'm not sure who I've become. I don't consider this a flattering photo, but I took it when I received one of those STUPID e-mails that tells you to take your picture right now and post it. Well I didn't post it then..... I had to photo shop it first. It was a boring gray day.... LOL! We've almost gotten all our kitties Chipped. Moby is the last one, but right now she's recovering from a leg wound she got from fighting yet another stray cat. I really am over all the strays around here. Now there's another litter or two living across the street at one of the restaurants. Oh yes.... they're cute and all... until they all start pissing at your back door. Then they get older.... and they become possessed. This cute little fella.... I'm sure he was at one time in his life...... has gotten so bold he pushes his way through OUR cat doors into our home. Not Any More. Evil little pussy went for a ride this morning. On our way out we had to stop and take a picture of this political advert. It's freaking HUGE!!! Easily 15ft high. I didn't get a picture of the back side, but it has a HUGE "Bill of Rights" on it. What the hell.... isn't there some law about the size of these things? I wonder if he has a permit from the Chamber of Commerce. If you put a little business sign along the highway they can fine you without a permit. THIS monstrosity is just an eyesore and another sad, sad, in your face, example of what G W Bush has done to this country. His lack of leadership and poor example of what he "thoughted" was "leadersomeship", has trickled down to small town America. If there IS a god...... please save us in November. As bad as it might seem from time to time.... we always have loyal unquestionable love waiting for us. Dash and Roux sat quietly by as I was out walking the roadside taking pics of red white and blue ignorance. Signs such as this one should be removed and the candidate fined...... and That's just for using our flags colors. By using red white and blue they subliminally present themselves as patriotic. WHATEVER. Sadly, Mr Ashbaugh lost my vote simply because he left this crap in my town. Maybe Dash and Roux could have left him a little treat...... perhaps on our next walk.

That Empty Window

Some of you may know that we've had new neighbors for most of the summer. Nick, Alexandra and Luke are students from Romania that came here to work for the summer. An organization called CHI, Cultural Homestay International, is how they got here. Apparently if you have work and can meet their qualifications, you can hire seasonal help through them. It costs quite a lot of money for these kids to come to the USA and they're all interviewed thoroughly. They must speak english and they must also not appear to be a flight risk. Meaning, they must reassure CHI that they'll return to their country. Well, considering the living arrangements and work environments most of them have to endure when they get here, there's now doubt they'll want to leave when their stay is over. I haven't investigated this organization as thoroughly as I intend to, but I am starting a campaign to improve representation on our end. Apparently they run into all kinds of problems. Arriving in America for the first time.... coming from countries that understand the meaning of mass transit, they arrive here and suddenly find themselves stranded at an airport in the middle of nowhere. I don't understand why the employer can't arrange transportation or at least information about what options these kids have when they get here. Then there's the whole living arrangements. I haven't seen the house.... I haven't met the man who owns it, but from what I've been told, the place these kids are sent to here is a dump... it's filthy and it's being offered at a cost to the students. THIS is what we allow to represent our town.... our country. I say NO. Lets take these slumlords and sweatshopesque employers and either shut them down, replacing them with a respectable representation of our country OR ...... we could work with them and offer the students sort of a safe house environment. Other towns officially welcome these kids. Showing them around town, answering their questions, being kind. No... here in Harpers Ferry we leave them to the mercy of the employer whip and the landlord scum. They stay because once they're here they have no choice..... it's a contract. They bond together with other students they've only met upon their arrival, because that's the only way they can emotionally survive the crap they have to deal with. Things have to change. I probably can't make a difference with the whole organization, but I KNOW I can make a difference here in my own town..... and DAMN IT... I will. Good fortune smiled on these three... Nicolae, Lucian and Alexandra. Supposedly A call was made to my neighbor Donny to see if he could arrange to have these kids stay in the upstairs part of his house next door. It was basically empty and they would be temporary tenants. I don't know all the technicalities involved, but one day they just started moving in. LOL... that took them all of 20 minutes. All they had was their luggage. So over the next two months, we had new neighbors. Of course Donny was there and is still and I hope he never leaves, but it was nice to have some new and very friendly faces at my kitchen window. Some of you may not know my kitchen window. The old stone steps that run between our homes level off right outside my kitchen, making it the perfect place to stop and chat. Since I ALWAYS seem to be in the kitchen, I've had many conversations there. I've fed many people through that window too. It's one of those apple pie cooling windows. This is where I first met "The Romanians", as they were referred to by so many people. I preferred to call them by their names.... their Romanian names. I just didn't want to appear rude. Anyhow.... long story short... I'm glad they lived next door this summer. Such nice, polite and intelligent kids. Very respectful and always appreciative. We didn't have them over as much as we would have liked to, but we always made them feel welcome and a part of our town. So much so that now they're a part of our lives. I'm sure you'll hear more about them all in the future. I say future, because yesterday I took Nicolae to Dulles Airport. Lucian and Alexandra rode along to see him off. As we pulled away Nicolae had started to cry and damn-it, I must be hormonal, because so did I..... so did we all. I can't explain it, but sometimes people touch your life in a certain way and it can drag emotions from deep within you when those people leave. I'm not sure why we all met and when or if we'll ever meet again. but we met and know each other for a reason. Last night we had Lucian, Alexandra and Donny over for dinner. The "last supper" ... LOL.... Lucian would appreciate that given his catholic convictions. We got to visit one more time and gave them maps of DC and the subway system and Steve shared with them the newest 9/11 memorial at the pentagon. He had saved a newspaper article that showed the memorial and explained it in detail. Since Lucian and Alexandra didn't get to sight see while they were here, they're staying their last two days in DC. I'm sure they'll have a great time. This morning as the sun was turning our morning sky a fiery red, Lucian and Alexandra quietly left for the MARC Train. I'm so accustomed to just throwing my luggage down the steps and retrieving it from the street. These two could barely be heard and they were carrying some large, heavy luggage. I told them goodbye and wished them the best one last time. Then they both stopped to say goodbye to Donny and I let them have their privacy. Donny had become more than a neighbor with them. He was their friend and likewise they were now his. It was a sad moment as they walked away and the light outside the window went out. So now it's back to my usual routine. Catching three cats to carry to the vet today and deal with a puppy who after last nights little surprises apparently has diarrhea. It's difficult walking through the house now, because I had become so accustomed to having people nearby at any given hour of the day. I could often look out either my dining room or kitchen windows and have a friendly face say hello! I'm sure to some of you that would be annoying, but you just didn't know them!! Now I pass by and see the stone wall again, the empty porch chairs, the way the early light hits the house next door and it's fallen silent yet again. Shadows are all that dance across the bricks now. The laughter has been swallowed by the sound of rustling leaves racing up and down those abandoned stairs. From time to time I'm sure I'll think I hear them... someone?!?! Just like I heard Blazes heavy breath for months after he passed away, I'm sure I'll hear the "Romanians"!! I was in the living room when I heard Donny leave for work. I didn't get to the window fast enough to ask him how he was doing, but I did see him hesitate as he passed by, head bowed, lost somewhere in deep thought. This really has been a year of losses. I think I'm gonna talk to Donny about hanging something on that side of his house. Maybe some artwork or some weather safe photos. Maybe a bench is in order..... perhaps if the visitors to my kitchen window had a place to sit they wouldn't leave so soon. Time always heals the hollow feeling and I know that they'll write and they'll share their trip home, how much they miss it here, how happy they are to see their family and our lives will continue. The economy might be in a slump and they might be putting different shades of lipstick on that pig, trying to fool us, but I feel rich. Rich, because I have friends and family. Now I just need to focus on my home and figure out how to fill that empty window?

Stuff's been going on!

Yes yes... it's been awhile... I know. I've said it before though... I just can't sit down and write. Not that what I write is ever worth reading to begin with, but at least it's not boring. I've been waiting and waiting and waiting for Miriam to post about our trip to DownCounty, but she's been consumed by the "MAN" and his need for power and has been chained behind a desk all week. They don't even allow her to see the sun until fridays. I hear they might release her to return home on the weekends, but just in case thats a lie we've planned a rescue which of course I won't go into detail about in case they're reading.

(Miriam, this line is being typed with special invisibility so that only you can read it..... Come friday... the phone will ring... when the caller asks for the MAN of the house..... say, "The MAN is Gone", hang up and immediately move away from the windows)

LOL.... like we would plan anyones escape... HA Ha ha.!! Anyhow, since she's been otherwise ocupado, I must appease our loyal readers, who have been holding their breath so to say, for the latest news and tales of adventure. Stuff's been going on and if I don't take the time to recall it, I'll forget it. It started with Miriam telling me she was out of jars. I called Mom and we cut a deal... Miriam and I would drive Down County and clean out the cellar in exchange for the jars that were still down there. We recovered almost 500 jars. From Half gallon to pint size, most being quarts. Rusty lids and moldy food... lets not forget the snake sheds and the mouse poop. We carried and dumped and stacked and swept and sweated and got splashed with really gross stuff, but in the end, the truck was full and Miriam beamed with excitement. Even Mom and Dash got involved. I wouldn't have believed it if Miriam hadn't caught it on camera, but Dash was so happy he was in the truck bed giving kissess. OK, so not everyone is into puppy tongue... LOL especially when you see where he's had it. He just couldn't help sharing in the excitement. When we were all done... we had moved the old dry rotted shelves and carried out all the snake skins and even swept most of the floor. We had it so nice we even got Mom to go down and take a look. I'm not sure if this caused an kind of emotional distress for her, because even being reassured it was free of snakes, she didn't stay down there long. Later that same evening, Cathy made a surprise visit with JR and was also surprised to see US. I hadn't told but one person I was going and that was by accident, although I'm glad I did it. I generally try to make my visits short and sweet and without notification to all the branches of the grapevine. My business is my own and until I'm no longer labeled and treated as the "baby" of the family I really don't care to listen to what most of my mothers children might belch out as their opinion. So, to keep it friendly, I keep it distant. I'm not sure if I ever told you this, but since I'm the youngest of 13 and I came along so much later in the family, I was spoiled rotten. Yep, got everything I ever wanted, was never corrected for anything, and would talk back and scream and well I really should have been euthanized as a child because I'm clearly evil. I can only assume these character traits are correct... or maybe it's just jealousy on the part of all those middle positions in the family. Who really knows... who Cares!! I'm living and enjoying MY life. If I was anything as the last child I was blessed, because I came along after all the mistakes had been made. I got the better end of the deal as far as I'm concerned. I've learned from watching other families, that the youngest always has this stereotype to overcome. My only real beef with being called the baby.... It doesn't matter that I'm 44 freaking years old... no matter what I say in the presence of any of the hierarchy, it's considered unimportant or trivial or worse sarcastic. YOU WANT SARCASM.... I've got it in boatloads if you think you can handle it. ARRGGHHHHHH !!! See what talking about family does to me>???? Makes my eyes twitch!!! Back to the really nice visit we were having... Cathy and JR showed up... WOOHOO!! Miriam got JR to do the dishes. he actually did a great job and he looked cute doing it, but in my head I was watching him perform surgery. he wasn't standing over a sink... he was ruling an operating table and performing another DR Jimbob miracle. Hey, it's the right of every grandparent to fantasize!!! How can we expect our children and grandchildren to reach for higher goals if we don't encourage them? Seeing JR run around the barns always makes me sad, but in a good sorta sad way. I can still remember when I would play around and in those same barns... I also remember a lot of work in those barns. JR will never really understand what those barns mean. Yeah, he'll one day be able to grasp at the history of tobacco farming and maybe understand the concept of all the work involved, but he'll never feel it in his soul. This is where I feel that sad but sorta happy feeling. JR evolved from this farm and although it may be falling into disrepair and one day belong to someone else, it's given him one important thing....strong roots. Fortunately, he doesn't have to grow here.... he can grow anywhere, and as long as his roots stay strong he can achieve great things. So, farm or no farm, I can try be a reminder to him about where he came from. I can tell him about how I broke the chain for his mother who carried it even further for his success in life. He'll do well and even when all the barns have become part of this earth once more, he'll still have those roots. By that time he'll be the reminder for his own children and then his own grandchildren, of where they came from. Our government can fail time and time again, but as long as JR can go back to his roots... that centered part of his soul, he'll be fine. WHEW!!! I really need medication of some type!!! LOL I must be breathing mold or something... my brain keeps getting all squishy. Here we go again.... back to that wonderful jar collecting visit.!!!! Day two, Ask Miriam about ghosts? I'll say no more. I got up around 5:30 to take the pups out, came back in and played solitaire on my phone for the next hour. I finally decided to get up and shortly afterwards, Mom joined me. We tried to be quiet so as not to wake Miriam but it was only 30 or so minutes later a yawning, stretching, coulda stayed in bed another hour, Miriam, strolled into the kitchen. Did I say strolled.... maybe not strolled... that image indicates that she was in control of her movement. Maybe appeared is a better word. Yes, appeared in the kitchen looking for coffee!!! We talked about the night before (ask Miriam), and planned our morning.... including departure time. Two cups of coffee later, Tina, one of my favorite nieces, sent a text to inform me all roads out of the county were closed because of a bank robbery and we were going nowhere anytime soon. We fixed more coffee. Tina, (did I say she was one of my favorite nieces), arrived and shortly thereafter Reeny (?spelling?) !! Reeny is Jasons girlfriend. Jason is Tinas brother. If he knows whats good for him he better treat her right. In all the years he's been dating, she's the first one I've met and she better be the last, because I like her. I've spoken... I've counted to three. If he hasn't gotten lectured from anyone else, he better listen to me. She's a keeper. We visited at the kitchen table which is where most visits there take place. We took pictures, well Miriam took pictures. I brought my cameras, but never took them out of my bag. That's why up until this point of this posting the pictures have looked so good. They weren't taken be me. We all did the "pencil test" (ask Miriam). I'm totally giving her an opportunity to share her first DownCounty experience..... and the babies started coming... LOL!!! Now it was noonish and we needed to get going if we were to ever make it back to WV. Well we got out the driveway, but then returned with the mail.... then we got out the driveway again but went the wrong direction. I had to stop at the Post Office and I wanted Miriam to see exactly where she was in relation to the end of the state of MD. We drove to Point Lookout which is the end of the road... unless you have a boat.... then back to Moms... we forgot something, plus Miriam needed another hug... LOL. Finally we got on the road to WV. We made it all the way back here even going around the beltway and taking the toll road and never broke a single jar in the back of that pick-up. 500 jars, some full, some empty, all made it to there new home. Now they're sitting in Miriams yard waiting to be cleaned... Oh... I'm sorry.... waiting to be used.... well just waiting!!! Steve started a new project last weekend. After 6 hours of shopping between home depot and lowes we almost got all the parts we needed. The rest were ordered on-line. Here's a little look-see into what he's building. No, it has nothing to do with the bathroom or the sink. In the end, when it's all finished and working, it might cause a bathroom kind of reaction... LOL! I'll make sure I post the link to You Tube when we get it up. In the process of locating some of the tools needed for this project I had to clean out my shed. It was way overdue and I really wish I had done it sooner, but at least now it's ready for winter use.... more storage. Digging through all the bins and boxes I had in there I came across my Halloween decorations. WOOHOO!!! I love Halloween!!! The Ghost tours here in Harpers Ferry end right down the alley from our house. The tour group passes directly in front of our house which is at street level of course, but below our second floor front porch. For 8 years now we've been terrorizing those poor people. See, when the ghost tour is over and the stories have stopped, they finally drop their guard for the short walk back to their vehicles. Little unaware, that in the darkness that we call home sweet home, an evil is lurking to shock them right out of there minds. Well not an evil ok.... but we do slam the front door and flash the flood lights on and off. That's been enough in the past to make some of them pee themselves.... LOL. This year... we're going all out. Either look for the You Tube link or wait to see us in the news.... one way or the other, we're gonna scare us some tourists!! Now you need to either wait for it or hound Miriam for her interpretation of her first visit Down County. Of course you can't do this until after friday.... remember... she's still being held captive by the "MAN"!!!