Children Exceeding Their Parents

From Pete's stories about Gran, I think that kid up top would soon face a beating with a wooden spoon, or a switch. And then given more peas.

Well, I'm honored that Milady and I were included! Like the whole hilarious post, appropriate imagery, too: you see, about those things that you'll put an eye out with…

I confess I have not fired a gun since many years before Dad died in '68. I could say I'm a recovering pacifist, except of course it was my own unique slant on Jesusonian pacifism, not the standard anti-war brand of violent pacifism of back in the day. So, I'm happy to report that while I remain a gun-free zone (some people really should), my sons have advanced. Christmas Day, they were chatting with each other about their weaponry and ammunition — the real thing, not role-playing game versions. I'm so proud they have exceeded their sire. And as a recovering vegetarian, I want to add that the in-town son did a great job on the smoked turkey, beef brisket, and roast duck for the Christmas feast.

I can't take credit; probably, it was just living here in bullets & beef country. Whatever works. After the downfall of civilization, perhaps they'll feed & defend their old maw and paw.

Happy New Year, PoliNation people! May 2015 be good for you, and for us all.