Progress, slow but steady progress

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Ok, Campers, back on the home construction front, there's been quite a bit of progress and a significant set back.  I like to end on an up note, so I'll start with the "Awwww Feces!" aspect.

As you are aware, we have Cabernet and Merlot on our property and have for several years.

No, Beans, no grapes, Horses.

 

 Cabernet

 

And Merlot. 

They've been penned up since we sold our property in Fredericksburg and moved to College Station.  We're getting very close to being able to rescue them and bring them to our new property. (AKA almost a year, the end of October.)  But... There's ALWAYS something! 

We had the barn built and gave him some specific things we needed the barn to have.  One of those specifications was all 6 doors needed to open all the way (AKA ~180 degrees) so that there was enough room to get equipment, horses and hay into the barn without problems. 

Well, the barn itself turned out pretty well, but take a gander below to see where things went wrong. 

 

 

 Yep, that's as far as the doors opened. All 6 of them, the other side of this doorway, the doors to the Horse stables and the exit to the barn from the other side.  The latter is needed to bring a pickup through and carry hay out into the pasture.  The foreman for this aspect of the project said he'd "Never needed to open a barn door all the way."  Wouldn't have been a problem if he'd said that before he started working and after we had told him how far we wanted the doors to open.

Yep, he's been "let go".  Hired another guy who's starting this week.  Mrs J explained in very precise English what she wanted and why he's been hired to finish the project and that payment wasn't guaranteed if the doors didn't open ~180 degrees.   She has a very pleasant way of explaining what she wants.  The first bozo just wasn't listening.

Anyhow, other than that, construction is progressing very nicely.  This was the Main House's status in my last post on this subject. 

I was a bit laid up in bed last week, so didn't get out there until this last weekend.  When I did get back out there, I was pleasantly surprised.

Roofing is being framed. 

The Garage

The front left corner.  Entry is on the left, porch wraps around to the garage.

Front door and porch

South and west porches.

Yes, the porches wrap around the house. We enjoy spending time outside.  We can move to where it's coolish and with a breeze if available.  If not, well...the inside will be pretty nice also.

 

My brother visited us this past weekend.  Got to walk through his cottage which is further along .  Seemed to like it quite a lot and is looking forward to moving in.  We walked through it with our builder and his foreman.  Answered all our questions, admitted to a couple of mistakes (that can and will be fixed) and made some pretty good suggestions.  As we left, a painter had begun painting the outside of the house.  So progress.  Power and water are still on the to-do list, but progress.

 

Builder said Brudda's house should available to live in mid-December.  Ours is still looking at March.  So, it shall be.

 

Peace out, Y'all! 

 

 

 

 

New Home update

 

Well...Happy Labor Day to all you hard working folks out there.  I know that's something to look forward to, as it should be.  However, there comes a time when every day is Labor Day especially if you're married.  

 

Just sayin, honey!

 

Ok, gang, time to update all y'all on the project(s) that are keeping me busy.  I mean besides the posting on various Medal of Honor recipients.  

 

When last we talked about the new home project(s) not much was going up.  As most of you are aware, concrete takes a while to dry and the larger the project the more time is needed.

 

Since my brother's home will be relatively small (he will be living alone), the foundation was also relatively small and dried quite quickly.  It is late summer here in Texas so the heat assisted the curing.  Our house's foundation is still needing a bit more time.

 

This is our slab,  as you can see there are still moist spots

 

That picture was taken last week.  We checked on it Saturday, it still had wet spots.

 

But, as I mentioned, my brother's slab was good to go.  We went out there to see if anything was being done.  When we got there, we had some good news. The builders had started had started framing his house.  The picture below was taken mid-day Friday

As was this one.

A fairly excellent level of progress for one (partial) days work.  We were happy.

We went out to the site, Saturday afternoon to check on the status of the main house's slab.  Alas, even with my non-housing construction knowledge, I could see that it still needed a day or two.  So it shall be.

However there was a bit of good news on the project.   As you can see there has been quite a bit of progress on my brother's house.

 So, I think the proverbial quote "Patience is a virtue" is appropriate here, we shall endeavor to endure.

Peace out y'all. 

A Day Late "Monday" Update

 The big thing in our life now is executing the planned move to College Station to be closer to our Daughter and her Family,  No time frame set yet. As of yesterday, the long pole in the tent is now the sale of our property.  (There had been some medical issues that needed, and were, successfully treated.) We have had a bit of interest since last we spoke.  Speaking thereof, last week we talked about the Lady from that State out west that lowballed us significantly. Well, as we suspected, she wasn’t a player. We did, however get a second visit from one of the actual folk that had come by last week. The brought their ATV and inspected the fence line (apparently they plan to graze exotics) and did a walk through of our B&B’s.

They are down to two properties, ours and another.  The realtor said the husband really liked ours while the wife said she preferred the other.  We shall see what will be and who's the boss in the family.   Of course they haven't mentioned any amount of currency exchange yet, so...there's still that .

Haven't heard anything from the third couple one way or another. So, hope springs eternal. 

Not much else going on down here.  Hotter than Hades lately. (Juvat, it's August...in Texas, it's always hotter than Hades this time of year! Yeah, I know Beans, just seems hotter than usual and the humidity is quite a bit higher than usual.). Our morning walks are now regularly followed by a cool (Ok very cool) shower.  But, it's nice to get out and about.

 I have noticed one thing I hadn't realized up until Sarge went on vacation.  Publishing a blog post once a week on Monday is a helluva lot easier than writing one daily.  How the heck he comes up with a daily subject to write about seems like a miracle to me after this episode.  Well done, Sarge!

Now get back here soon and get back to work! Just kidding of course! Ok, not entirely kidding just somewhat kidding.

We did get a bit of problematic news regarding moving.  As you are aware, we have two paint horses that we adopted from the Animal Rescue folks.  Our plan was to convey them to the buyers of our property.  Both sets of potential buyers mentioned above seemed interested.  So, win/win right? The horses get to stay home, the buyers get a couple of horses included with the property, no extra cost.

Cabernet

Merlot.  They were both waiting to get fed.  Suffice it to say, they were less interested in photographs than in Grain and Hay

 

Not so fast, juvat.  In the fine print of the adoption paperwork is a caveat, that if we move we either move the horses with us or return them to the Shelter.  Gonna fight this one as best we can.  In a perfect world, we'd find a property in College Station big enough for them to roam with a barn.  We'd take them with us, but....that might not be realistic.  Leaving them with the new owners of our property (with their approval) would seem to be the right answer. It doesn't seem right, fair or logical for all concerned to take them away from their home.  But, Bureaucrats' gotta Bureaucrat.

That just sucks!

 Other than that Mrs Lincoln....

We shall endeavour to perserve!

Peace out y'all! 

 

 

A house is not a home*

 

Another repost from 2017, brought back quite a few memories, virtually all good.  So...Here we go. 

A few years ago, El Viejo Sargento de la Fuerza Aérea wrote a tome which posed a question "Home is?" and contained some excellent points and even better commentary.  Both of which are usually the case. That article prompted this one a few years ago, and it triggered some fond memories.  Since we're covering for Sarge and Family's vacation, I thought I'd republish it.

Two of  the points Sarge brought up stuck with me and caused me to think.  (I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again,  that's always dangerous!)

The first point was a Home is not a building.  The second was, to paraphrase, "you can't go home again".  Meaning returning to the site of a previous dwelling rarely provides a return to your memories.  

I view a house in Fighter Pilot terms (of course) as a Rendezvous Point where the crew debriefs the day's mission, refuels, performs maintenance, reloads and rests for the next days mission.  

The dwelling is important to the extent it facilitates those responsibilities, only.

That having been said, it also serves as a focal point for any memories one has of that point in their life.

Fortunately in this day and age, it's not difficult to revisit old homesteads.  It's even easier if you remember the address.  Type it into that creepy (and getting creepier) search engine and off you go, delivered within seconds to your old front door.

So, that's how I spent the day yesterday (Well… a few years ago!)

My parents bought this house soon after they got married, so this is the first place I ever lived.  We lived here, in Novato CA, for a couple of years while Dad was flying F-86s at Hamilton AFB.  I don't remember anything from that particular stay, but we did return when I was in 3rd grade and Dad was on a remote to Thule Greenland.  They had bought the house for $5K in 1954 and sold it in 1963 for about $20K thinking they were richer than Croesus.  I'm sure it's valued at way more than that now.  The two  memories I have of this house were of my favorite Aunt babysitting us while Mom and Dad went off for a few days to get "reacquainted" on an R&R from Thule.  That memory involves TV Dinners, learning the principle of a lever by forcefully pushing my sister's elbow down while she was bringing a spoon full of cream corn towards her mouth.  This taught me a few things, a bit of physics, cream corn makes a mess, and my Aunt knew some pretty salty language.  The other memory was of November 22, 1963.

After the first tour in Novato, Dad was transferred to Naha AFB on Okinawa, followed by assignments to Radar Stations in Montana and North Dakota.  The only recollections I have of these homes were cutting my knee falling off a bike (the scar on my knee is a reminder), and sledding off the roof of our quonset hut house and down the snowdrift beside it. Since the sled was actually my snowsuit, and Mom had thrown the dry ice that the meat had been shipped in out in the yard. I learned the cohesiveness of dry ice when it comes in contact with the backside of a snow suit. I also learned how cold your backside gets and how long it takes to get back into the house. I’ve never forgotten that lesson. Unfortunately (?), neither site is still in existence.  

After those tours, Dad went to Thule, and we went back to Novato to be closer to Mom's family.

Returning from Thule, Dad wanted to become an astronaut, so went to the University of Oklahoma to get a Civil Engineering Degree.  

They purchased this house which was way out in the country.  I was entering Kindergarten and my recollections of this home were of a large Bull on the other side of our back fence which my mother counselled me not to cross and sitting in our swimming pool (the plastic ones for kiddies you can still buy at Wally World) and having Mom bring me some Kool-Aid.  

The house isn't way out in the country any more.

Degree in hand, Dad was assigned to Ent AFB, Colorado Springs, still working Air Defense Warning stuff.  They bought a house on the western outskirts of the town, almost to Manitou Springs.  There were but maybe a dozen houses in the development at the time.  Being a little older now, I have bit more memories of the place.

I remember mowing that lawn and I remember Dad and I planting that tree.  Sometimes, you can go home again.  I also remember the view out the living room window (top window to the right of the front door.

Pikes Peak was usually covered in snow.  I blame Al Gore.

Following that assignment and with Vietnam heating up, the Air Force needed pilots again (still?) and Dad was released from Durance Vile and returned to flying.  His assignment was as a T-38 IP at Webb AFB Big Spring Texas.

I was starting 6th grade, I would graduate from High School on this move. The house below was one of only 2 duplexes and one single on Webb during WWII.  At that time, the single was the Wing Commander's, the two duplexes (4 abodes) were the other O-6's running the base.  When we got there they were 5 O-3’s (with large families) in them.  A whole housing area was built when the Vietnam War dictated the need for more Fighter Pilots. Unfortunately we were not assigned to them. But… the advantage was the youth center was about 50 yards behind our house. That was a very big attraction for the youths of the base. However, this was the late 60's, yes, they were old and a bit run down and we survived there for 4+ years.

This picture was taken in 2023 not much different in the ensuing 50 years

Again, you can't go home again.  Webb was closed down in the post Vietnam Drawdown and between that and the fuel crisis, Big Spring went into an economic depression.  The base is now home to several correctional institutions and base housing is used to provide quarters for prisoner's families.  Hence, the very run down picture above.

I've been told that while the economy has improved in the last few years, the town is still a difficult place to live.  That having been said, this house definitely fit my definition of a home.  The road the picture vehicle is traveling on (below) is the site of the most effective demonstration on Newton's Laws of Motion ever bestowed on man (or boy).

Additionally, one Christmas, I received a Daisy BB gun.  No red ant was safe after that!

My Buddy and My "fort" is just to the right of the dark phone pole in the cedars.  We spent a lot of time out there.  I wonder if my secret stash of Mr. Hefner's magazine are still out there?

Left Big Spring after HS graduation and went to Lubbock to get some edumacation, then UPT in Del Rio, LIFT at Holloman and F-4 RTU at Luke.  Nothing really homelike about any of them.  Lots of friends, but no family.

Same with Kunsan. Lots of Friends, but no family.

Arrived at Moody AFB, Valdosta by the swamp, GA, and the day I arrived I met the woman I eventually married.  

No, the fence was not there at the time.

 

 

 

 

 

For a lot of reasons, NONE of which I'm going to share, this was very much a Home to me.  It also was where I received my introduction to the evil that is Fire Ants.  Bastiges!

Following a very nice assignment with almost (but not quite) as much flying as I could stand, we received orders to Holloman as a LIFT IP.

At this point, Mrs Juvat and I went eyeball deep and purchased our first house.

The overhead view of the courtyard reveals the brick patio as well as the center fountain, Mrs Juvat and I installed ourselves.  The back patio provided an excellent and, at the time, unobstructed view of the mountains.  Now,  not so much.  Housing stretches to the base of the mountains.  

This assignment was followed by my tour in the Eagle.  Lots of memories there, but only one about our house.

Returned from there, to Leavenworth KS where I received (wait for it...) ARRRRMMMMMMEEEEE Training, Sir!  Lot's of memories there, mostly of getting "reaquainted" with my wife (who'd stayed at Kadena for a year) and getting to know my now 1 year old daughter.  My son and I were both glad to have them....Home!

Apparently, there hasn't been a pig roast there in 25 years. I find that odd, we did it regularly. Made us pretty popular with our neighbors though.

We followed that assignment with a tour in Hawaii.  Lots of memories of that home on Hickam AFB.  Sailing and the Hale Koa, feature prominently in most, although Waimea Canyon is a fond family memory.  May have to share that one, sometime.

But, all good things must end, and one must pay one's dues, as the next and last assignment was to the Northern Virginia Penitentiary for Wayward Fighter Pilots.  Not a lot of good memories related to the assignment, but we do have some good memories of family time together.  Having my son instruct me on a Scout Camping Trip on the proper setting up of a tent in the dark, in the rain, features prominently.

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This was the second home Mrs Juvat and I bought,  comparatively quiet, yet within a reasonable commute time (if you could take the HOV lane). It had a pretty steep hill down the back which was a pain to mow, but fun to sled down, as long as you remembered to bail out before reaching the fence.  Similarly, the road slopped down to the home, with was fine until it iced over.  Fortunately, we were on the side of the cul-de-sac, rather than in the house immediately to the left of this location.  Snow plow ended up in his living room one icy morning.

Which brings us to our final transfer, the one out of the Air Force and into civilian life.  Not having a job when we arrived in Texas, we decided on a rental at first.

Secluded and quiet, it was a nice place to decompress after leaving the Pentagon.  We affectionately refer to it as "Scorpion Manor".  Seems it had been vacant for quite a few months before our arrival.  The light area in the upper left of the photo is a rock pile.  We made our first acquaintance with the denizens of that rock pile the first Saturday we occupied the place.  Saw them almost daily thereafter.  

Yes, their sting stings! No, they won't kill you (unless you're allergic to bee stings).  However, after a while, Mrs Juvat said "enough".  So it is written, so it shall be.

Lots of good memories here in this Home, and hopefully, soon we'll be constructing a new house that we can also turn into a home.  (Site will be in the vicinity of the loop next to the barn on the far left side of the photo.)

 And, as of now, this is our current abode, the dark spot in the top left.  Lived on that property for nearly 26 years. Lived in this house for 5.  Looking to sell and move to College Station to be with Family and that will be that in the moving requirement of living.

 

Peace out y'all! 

 

* To prevent the copyright Nazis from griping, this post's title is also the title of a Dionne Warwick song as well as the movie for which it was written. Neither or which have any bearing on this post.

The Gathering

Sioux Encampment
Jules Tavernier (PD)

At the end of the month there is to be a gathering of parts of the far flung elements of my tribe. A gathering of the clans, if you will ...

Ah, but I love that tune. (No doubt somewhere Buck is covering his ears and screaming, "Why?")

Anyhoo, with the prospect of hosting the two daughters and their tribes, minus Big Time who will be out at sea, there is much to be done. Some of that was done over the Independence Day weekend (those of you who want to call it the Fourth of July, feel free, I've no bone to pick with you), to the tune of "the deck needs painting!"

And so it did, and so it was.

The work was done in the warm sun of a few July days, waiting until the sun wasn't quite as angry as it has been of late. That is, we waited for late afternoon when the Earth had cooled somewhat. Not the Earth cooling that we old farts remember, ya know when life first arose on the planet - Well Seasoned Fool, Old NFO, and a select few others could explain that one, I was born a little later. (Think Pleistocene ...)

So that's done and the deck looks marvelous, if you ignore the age of the boards and all the various cracks and such. One of these days a project will be kicked off to replace the decking itself, the rails and such are still fine. (I hope.)

Mini-split maintenance was also in the works though we didn't do it, we let the folks who installed the gear handle that, ya know, the professionals. For which they graciously accepted a certain fee which The Missus Herself bemoans as being "too much." I agree, but then again I don't want the system to crap out when it's really hot or really cold outside. So yes, there are things that I will pay for. (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, know what I mean?)

I have also (finally) started cleaning up the command post, i.e. my computer room / man cave. There are still piles of old copies of Proceedings to dispose of but a lot of the mess, er, possessions, have been shifted elsewhere.

While all that proceeds, I need to have a day where 1) it's not bloody raining, and 2) the temperature is below 85° F. (Of course, Fahrenheit, we're not in bloody Europe, are we? Well, some of you are but not this fellow, I was using the imperial "we.") In order to cut the grass. Something I'm used to now but still don't find enjoyable as some of you do. (I know who you are.)

Ah, the joys of home ownership.

And speaking of coffee (Who the heck was talking about coffee, Sarge?) ...

When down on the Eastern Shore for vacation, the beach house had a new appliance, one of these - 

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Said machine Your Humble Scribe fell in love with as did son-in-law Tuttle. The Nuke noted my enjoyment of the coffee the wee beastie produced so she bought me one of my own for Fathers Day. I use it every morning, though The Missus Herself still uses the Keurig machine most days, she also enjoys the frothy beverages produced by the Nespresso machine.

Can't start the day without good coffee now, can you?

I'm sure, for some of you, Your Mileage Will Vary.

It is ever thus.

The Old Hometown

The Hartness House - Springfield, VT
OAFS Photo

I grew up in a small town, which has gotten smaller still since I lived there.

Now that my kid brother lives with my Mom, we don't stay at Mom's house when we visit, there's just not enough room. My brother has one half of the place, my Mom the other. As she ages (she'll be 95 in October) she isn't quite as capable as she once was. When my brother retired, he made the decision to go north and live with her.

He's doing a great job of taking care of her. As my other kid brother lives just across the river (Mom's in New Hampshire, brother is in Vermont) he spells the kid brother from time to time. Taking care of Mom is a full time gig, I can see that.

As my nephew manages the Hartness House, and his dad (my older kid brother) is the handyman, general maintenance doer and superintendent, we stay there now when we head north. First time was at Thanksgiving last year, this year was Mothers Day.

The first time we stayed there was in the addition to the back of the inn, typical hotel rooms, though roomier than most and with better beds (DAMHIK). The main mansion was having some work done upstairs so my nephew thought the back addition would be quieter. It was. (You can read about that here.)

This time we stayed in the main house, in an absolutely beautiful room.

Our Sitting Room at the Hartness House
OAFS Photo

I had a medical appointment that Monday so we could only stay the one night, which was unfortunate, the room was lovely. Actually, I should say "rooms." We had the sitting room, which had a fireplace, a bedroom, and a bathroom.

The only thing I didn't like about the place was the shower. The owner had insisted on installing an old style claw foot tub in the bathroom with a shower tent around it. My brother had tried to talk the owner out of it, but they were rather insistent.

It felt like you were suspended in space as the tub had a good foot to a foot and a half clearance all the way around. At one point I got a little disoriented (soap in the eye, dontcha know) and reached out to support myself. I was grabbing shower curtain and air, nothing else. A wee bit scary that.

It was also like trying to shower while wearing a shroud. When you turn the water on, there is less air within the curtains, less air, less pressure than outside the curtain. So the curtain envelops you as you try to shower. No fun, but I survived.

The Hartness House used to have a lovely restaurant which is now closed. Why? (You ask.) Well, it wasn't getting enough customers to be a viable business. The inn only seems to attract customers during ski season (though it is a fair piece from the nearest ski area, Okemo, about a 30 minute drive) and in the fall during foliage season. It's a shame, it's a beautiful inn.

Thing is, my hometown has gone way downhill since I lived there. It used to be known as "Precision Valley" from the number of machine tool plants in the area. My Dad worked at one, as did my Uncle Charlie. My maternal grandmother and grandfather also worked in those plants. As did one of my kid brothers and Your Humble Scribe.

But the fellows who ran those places either couldn't afford to retool to keep up with a changing world or felt they didn't need to. The industry was founded by giants and was inherited by mental pygmies. The latter sort also decided that, having the machine tool industry go elsewhere, building a prison on the outskirts of town would be a real moneymaker.

Nope, it brought a whole new set of problems. You see, prison folk, and their relatives, aren't really the sort you want in a town. Drugs are a serious problem in my hometown.

When I visited at Thanksgiving, we got about six inches of snow. Back in the day the plows would have been out as soon as it started to accumulate. Not these days. When I drove over to my Mom's Thanksgiving morning, I didn't see a plowed road until I got on a state highway.

Ye Olde Vermonter, who still lives there, in the house where I grew up, said that that was generally the case nowadays. He said that the town was run by a bunch of "ignorant teenagers" who don't know shit from Shinola. Seems to be all the rage in Vermont these days. Which explains a lot of things about my homeland.

Sad, innit?

But we did have a good time visiting my mother, though it is painful to see her in decline. It happens to all of us I suppose, still not fun to see it.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

I surely don't.

Sarge, out.

Back on an Even Keel

OAFS Photo

Nothing like a couple of lazy days at Chez Sarge, avec The Missus Herself, to restore one's morale and wash the bitter taste of the recent unpleasantness from one's mouth.

Out to dinner with friends this evening (last night as you read this) at the place from which the view above can be seen. It's very nice.

I'm not sure about the future, I may even carry out my "threat" to retire at the end of this year. I've already exceeded the "three bad days" (in a row) aspect of what it would take to make me retire, but those days out west don't really count.

The Home Office remains a comfortable place to work, with interesting things to do and excellent comrades to do those things with. I am with a bunch of smart people, which is a refreshing thing in this world we live in today.

Had my first experience of flying first class on the way home Wednesday, well, for part of the trip, Sandy Eggo to Dulles. It was courtesy of The Nuke and her ample supply of points from all the traveling she does for the gubmint.

My first indication that this would be different is when I got a text a few days before the flight asking me what I would like for breakfast on the aircraft, with a few choices listed.

I opted for the Belgian waffle, which was very nice. Breakfast was excellent. My seatmate was something of an asshole though.

First thing he does on board is rearrange the contents of the overhead bins, though he did ask the owners if that was okay. The he proceeded to delay boarding while he did so, that is until the flight attendant told him to sit down until everyone else was on the plane.

During the flight he had his crap spread all over the middle armrest, which was an annoyance, no more. Then when he and another "businessman" decided to hold an impromptu meeting in the aisle it got more than annoying. Jeebers buddy, save it for the effing office, 'kay?

Fortunately we found some bumpy air which broke up the meeting, again the flight attendant had to tell dumbass 1 and dumbass 2 to sit the eff down, "Can't you see the seatbelt sign is alight?"

No, they couldn't. Business people, entitled lot they are.

Other than that, the seat was large and comfy, good window view, lots of leg room, gotta love that.

Had a lonnnnnggggg delay at Dulles, flight got in early and I had a three hour layover anyway, intentional as I hate rushing in airports.

In the gate area there were two French ladies, one of whom did not, apparently, have an indoor voice. Her incessant nattering was starting to drive me batshit crazy (being tired and all, I had been up since 0330 Sandy Eggo time) but eventually she ran out of things to talk about. Other people were moving away from her and her companion as well, maybe her friend told her to put a sock in it. I don't grok how some people can just talk and talk and talk and ...

I know folks like that at work, I try very hard to avoid them, but occasionally I get cornered and think of what that person would do if I pulled out a grenade and screamed "BANZAI" before immolating the two of us. Not a pleasant thought but jeebers buddy, STFU.

I'll be taking a few days off over the next cuppla, I built up a lot of "mod time" while out west. I don't take the money, I take the time. Money I can make more of, time? No, can't make that.

I plan on relaxing and doing very little, though there is a towel rack which needs hanging, that won't take long, and doesn't really count as "work," per se.

Anyhoo, be seeing you.

What should I write about next? I have the urge to tell stories based on history, dontcha know?

Suggestions will be entertained in the comments. (No, there are no drinks and free food, but there might be a band.)

Ciao!