Last year we went down South to visit my brother in law, arriving on Easter Sunday, which was, last year, on the 4th of April. It was brutally hot when we got there. This year we’re repeating the trip, and will again arrive on Easter, which this year, by my calculations, is on the latest date on which it can possibly fall. Predictions for the Fayetteville area are for temperatures in the 90s, which we are anticipating with mixed feelings. On the one hand, it will be nice to be warm. On the other hand we will, if the predictions hold, be passing right through warm without stopping or collecting $200.00, straight into the inferno.
This year we’ll be leaving the exciting Fayetteville area for two days in Charleston, where we will be taking in the sights, and boarding a boat for Fort Sumter, where 7 score and 10 years ago the first shots of the Civil War were fired.
This is all by way of saying that political blogging will be even sparser than it has been. On the other hand, if you check back in, you will be regaled with pictures of that portion of our country that should be given a second chance to secede, this time by common consent.
And now for something completely different. This being Good Friday, and therefore be definition a Music Night, I present what has become a Good Friday tradition at this outpost of secularism: the final scene from what may be the funniest movie ever made.
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