Last Sunday, we had breakfast in Plymouth, Massachusetts, and paid our respects to the Mayflower II.  This ship is a replica of the actual bath tub that brought so many religious malcontents and adventurers to a continent that was doing just fine without them,thank you very much.  Nevertheless, here we are.  My mother's family can claim Mayflower descendants, which is great fun and a good reason to do some research. (This fact of our ancestry has had the effect of annoying the hell out of my father's mother, may she rest in peace, and my own in-laws for reasons I can't fathom.  This fact also impressed the ladies sitting next to us at Plimoth Plantation last week when we had our Thanksgiving feast.  You thought my nephew was the next Dalai Lama the way the school librarian with the Budweiser in her bag and some claim to Mayflower ancestry was taking his picture.  I just think it's cool and fun and interesting and a good reason for reading more.  I am a nerd.  And what I love about New England is that people dress like me and talk like me and comb their hair the same way.  In November, we eat the same stuff.  It's good.  It's home.  And, yes, my ancestors couldn't get along in England and robbed Indians.  We're not perfect, but we try.)

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