Can’t think of a more stimulating or challenging blog.
Glad to see your vacation was brief.
personally, I can’t believe the amount of time and effort you put into this blog. No wonder you get the hit count you do. Lots of us appreciate and benefit by your efforts, even if all are not up to saying thanks.
p.s. Please don’t return to ‘normal’ as in Homer Simpson opening a beer, sitting in front of the TV, and going blotto. Or, for that matter, any of the other obnoxious ‘normals’ this wide country puts forward.
pps. On the net, people are often clueless about where one another is coming from. Norms = preconceptions = a priori expectations = prejudices = a built in aspect of human psyche. Both individual and geographic/cultural. You’ve exposed a few personal points of reckoning and a bit of geo-location.
On the geographical, I’ve never been to W. Virginia. My preconception of WVA is colored by the song writer and folk singer, Jean Ritche (eg. song lyrics: “My daddy said don’t never be a miner” . . .”I used to think my daddy was a black man, with script enough to own the company store” . . . “Born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Hollow, coal cars rumblin’/rattlin’ past my door, now they’re runnin’ rusty, rollin’ empty . . . and the L&N doesn’t stop her any more” . . . “Kudzu vines all growing up through the door” . . . “The high hills and mountains are where I belong”). Your normal doesn’t match that of Hazard County as represented by a Ms. Ritche . .. .just as it may not be the “Green rolling hills . . . nearest place to Heaven that I know”. It’s good to hear another WVA perspective and to widen the narrowly-based perspective I’ve acquired.
As for being a kid who liked natural history and books more than sports, etc. . . . that’s home territory.
I fear I’ve drunk too much and do dribble on . . .