vituperation

May 9, 2003

I had one of those holy shit moments earlier this week where I realized that I’ll be thirty-six in a little over two weeks.

Damn. I’m old.

Fortunately, I’m not one of those people who would shamelessly link to their Amazon wish list in a desperate attempt to get a reader to buy him a present. I can’t imagine doing something to trite and petty as to put that kind of link up a little before my birthday. You guys know me better than that, and know that I would never stoop to such a low level as putting a wish list link up.

Just plain sad that someone would link so blatantly.

The suckiest part about posting cemetery pictures is that we took about 130 of them, and I had to pick about 20 or so to put here. If you have a big old cemetery in your neck of the woods, you could spend a worse afternoon than wandering through it and looking at a piece of local history.

An unknown soldier who fought for the
Confederate States of America.

Unknown Civil War soldiers.

This one, and the following, are here merely to annoy you liberal types.
They’re from where all the unknown Civil War soldiers are buried.
Close your mail client.

I couldn’t resist the irony of this shot.

Now, I’m going to take a page from my wife’s book and offer the following:

Do you have any burning questions about me you’d like to ask? Send me an email, ask your question, and you might see it answered here, for all the world to see.

Please, though, no questions about losing weight. There’s more to me than that.

Next time, assuming I don’t forget, "how to save money on your tailoring bill."