
Parental Unit #1 came down to pay me and the Old Dominion a visit, and we enjoyed all the hoopla associated with our nation's 400th Anniversary as being celebrated at Jamestown (or 'Jamestowne' for those with a penchant for Ye Olde English). The place is hopping, and I believe the Queen of England will be coming to visit in the near future (possibly to ask for America back - our lease is up). Pictured here is my dad trying to pick a fight with Pocahontas, which he does pretty much everywhere we go.

My dad (here pictured tiptoeing through the tulips, which he
also does everywhere we go) and mom are doing a fairly decent job of limiting the guilt trips considering I'm moving more than 1,600 miles away from them. More notably, they will no longer have a ready excuse for visiting Colonial Williamsburg, which is their version of Valhalla. I'm not going to knock a place that takes wig-making seriously, and I have to give them kudos for turning peanuts into soup. The last time I tried to turn something into soup, it ended disastrously. But still, I think that three or so visits there will fill your lifetime quota of blacksmithing. I can only hope that we find a tourist attraction out in Colorado that will please the adult-types - the Coors brewery in Golden, Colorado, perhaps? It's certainly worth a few visits.
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