Saturday, April 18, 2020

My grampa returns!

Either some rocket scientist was upset about Spring Break Weekend being cancelled, or my grampa is back. He went to his grave believing we never landed on the Moon. He believed the scenes of the astronauts bouncing on the lunar surface were filmed on a sound stage near Roswell New Mexico. I have no doubt he would likely have also insisted the scenes of the field hospitals in New York were staged, and would discount the over 14,000 American deaths that have been reported so far.

Apparently, he would not be alone. The mindset in the deep south escapes me a bit, but seems to be supplanted in the days of slavery – the tribute to Jefferson Davis and his presidential library would seem to support that. Well, the thought of the day came the day after in the sands of Biloxi beach. The mood of the deep South seems to be unsettled.

Talk to you soon.

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