After taking some time off to contemplate the overwhelming success of my Burger King poop tweet*, we now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
In truth October is always a busy month for us and I don’t have much spare time for blogging. This past Halloween was without a doubt the best yet, but I’ll save that retrospective for another day. For today we find ourselves at the end of November, as grand a month as any. November is when fall really kicks in North Texas, and although it wasn’t much compared to the gorgeous fall of 2013, we still managed to get some decent color in a few spots. November to me means the start of prime geocaching season, the arrival of a certain coffee chain’s special Thanksgiving blend, (something I genuinely anticipate all year), and most of all our sumptuous Thanksgiving feast, lovingly prepared by my very talented wife. Thanksgiving is a fine holiday, too often neglected these days.
It is a real American holiday, in the truest and best sense.
I hadn’t intended at the start of my little vacation to do a Thanksgiving special. That was TheVCubeSolver’s idea. But I thought it was a good one. And next year we may do a Christmas Special — who knows? I hope you like it. It’s got some outdoors, some indoors, some geocaching, some product reviews, and a very special guest cooking segment by my brother Randy as he cooks up a mess of deer balls.
On our first day in Grand Canyon we did a family hike along the canyon rim, west from the Yavapai Museum of Geology to the El Tovar hotel, a little over one and a half miles. It’s not a very long hike, but a good bit longer than we’d ever done before at the canyon. On our previous trips we’d visited in July and August with temps in the mid-90s. Coming from Dallas we’re used to the heat, but not so much the elevation. As it was, visiting in early May we had beautiful weather, it never getting above the low 80s at the hottest time of the day. The kids are all older now, too, and made short work of this easy and incredibly gorgeous hike. Kassi and I lagged behind, taking photos and enjoying the scenery.
My feelings on the fallout of the Charlie Kirk shooting are, and are likely to be, complex. And I am torn between alternative conspiracies, personal feelings, past statements, and a desire to simply know the truth, which for some reason I still see as important.
This is a difficult moment to navigate. What they say could all be true. But can it really be trusted? Certainly it feels suspect simply because it happens to serve the unrelated political interests of the people doing the investigating. But at the same time, he was really killed, and we have a firm confession.
If it seems like idiocy to doubt the current narrative, I would counter that if history has taught us nothing else it is do precisely that. We should proceed with caution. The people conducting this investigation are the very ones telling us right now that Epstein’s files incriminated no one but himself.
Libtardia and Magastan. Libtardia gets all the cities, Magastan gets the raw natural resources. Interesting.