Friday, February 23, 2007
Note to self: Do NOT read the definitive book about the Donner Party while eating lunch
"That morning (it was Sunday the twenty-seventh) they set about the matter more systematically. They remained in camp during this and the next two days. Once the taboo was broken, things were easier. The Indians, too, joined with them. They stripped the flesh from the bodies, roasted what they needed to eat, and dried the rest for carrying with them. They observed only one last sad propriety; no member of a family touched his own dead. But the strain was scarcely the less for that. For as she sat by the fire Mrs. Foster suddenly realized that spitted upon a stick and broiling over the coals she saw the heart of her cherished younger brother."
Now *that's* how to write history. But not to be read over a Philly steak sandwich.
All the best for the weekend. Hope Mama and the rest of the ER clan are well and good.
Braingirl: I need to talk to you privately.
Holio: I love you, man. One of my fondest memories, as weird as it might sound, is going with you to Comanche, OK, (I think) to get a set of scales or something for the Junior District Beef Show!