One of dozens of stories told at lunch yesterday

Here is the Statue of Albert Woolson the last living soldier to survive the Civil War parked in Gettysburg National Park. Its likely I heard that that the statue rested there but, if so, I’d long forgotten it. The statue came up in a three and half hour catch-up conversation I had yesterday with an old political sympathizer. We talked about our respective trips to France, Republican history, Duluth politics and Albert Woolson.

When John was a kid living near Mankato, Minnesota, my old haunting grounds, he found himself taken to Duluth in the 1950’s and some occasion honoring Mr. Woolson the last soldier and a resident of Duluth. The two of them shook hands. This honor was not unlike the several decade long mania at the turn of the 19th century to find someone who had shaken President Lincoln’s hand in order to shake hands with them. It must have been like passing some invisible torch of democracy through the generations. “I shook the hand of a man who shook the hand of President Lincoln.” I’ve googled the phrase for you. Long before our current Chief Executive became famous for firing people Americans wanted to touch a real piece of Americana if only by proxy.

Years later when John was taking a tour of Gettysburg he found his tour guide leading his group to this statue about to explain its significance. John was so excited that he blurted out that he had shaken the old soldier’s hand. The young tour guide and all the group looked at John as though he had claimed to have Roman flogging scars on his back and the stigmata on his palm. He was too flustered to say anything else as everyone in the crowd began edging away from him.

As we parted company John offered his hand so that I could claim to have shaken the hand of a man who had shaken the hand of the last living Civil War soldier. Of course, the way things are coming unglued in America today I may end up someday shaking hands with all sorts of survivors of a new Civil War.

And here’s the Woolson statue in Duluth and a short KDAL TV STORY about the man.

Its a considerably happier honor for our dear city than the fact that Duluth hosted the the most northerly lynching of innocent black citizens in all of the United States. John also met a man who’s Dad took him there to see all three of the men swinging from a lamp post.

I want to dance with you in the worst way

For those who think my politics are idiosyncratic I’ll not argue. I prefer that to conformity any day. So let me tell you who I have decided I want to run for President in two years. Firstly, Donald Trump. I surely don’t want him to win. I think he needs to be removed by the ballot box. Secondly, Minnesota Senator, Amy Klobuchar. I know she’s not that well known outside Minnesota. Even the Internet doesn’t seem to know about her yet. I just now got a spellcheck suggestion “chalkboard” when I typed her name. Minnesota has had a number of serious presidential contenders over the last century and one, Hubert Humphrey, came withing a week of getting elected. His campaign just didn’t last long enough. Instead, the Skip Sandman supporters of his Era gave the election to Richard Nixon.

What has led me to Klobuchar is another perfectly respectable Democratic presidential possibility, Elizabeth Warren. Warren just took the President up on his offer to give her a million dollars to take a DNA test to prove that she has native american ancestry. He infamously calls her “Pocahontas.” She did and she has some…..most likely. Now the President is backing away from his million dollar braggadocio.

What occurred to me after this is not what a jackass Trump is. That’s so obvious that I’m pretty sure most of his supporters know it. He’s just their middle finger to the goody-two-shoes of America who are more interested in saving the whales than helping Americans who are hard against it. No. what occurred to me was that Elizabeth Warren, clearly a goody-two-shoes, doesn’t have a sense of humor about herself. Like Hillary Clinton she comes across like the sixth grade class president all full of herself and earnest as the glue you had to lick to affix old time postage stamps on a postcard.

Trump has very little humor either. Oh he laughs when he belittls other people but he can’t joke about himself. That makes him a perfect foil for Saturday Night Live.

My favorite politician had much to overcome. Lincoln famously lost a lot of elections. He had a first rate mind with a second rate career. Its hard not to see his election to the Presidency against all odds in 1860 as God’s intervening to keep America’s beacon shining across the Earth. I don’t believe that of course. I’m an agnostic after all but I’ll never find fault with anyone who comes to that conclusion.

He not only told jokes on himself but he didn’t mind a little roasting. One of my favorite jibes came from his politically ambitious wife who told everyone about the time she met Lincoln at a dance. He told Mary Todd that he wanted to dance with her in the worst way. Mary Todd Lincoln love telling her listeners…… that he did!

I was not impressed the first time I saw Amy Klobuchar on public television. She was a public prosecutor at the time. However Senator Klobuchar has eclipsed her now disgraced Minnesota colleague, the former SNL comedian, Al Franken.

Like Lincoln and the best politicians she can deftly mix humor and dead earnestness. I shouldn’t be surprised. Her father was a long time columnist for the Minneapolis Tribune whose ironic contributions were heavily imbued with his Iron Range political sensibilities. In this day of self-righteous vitriol I like the idea of a President with a sense of humor about themselves. Americans have so little good reason to fight among themselves at a time when the Earth is being paved over by the forces of human industry and development. I know that’s this is a point of disagreement but really. It shouldn’t be. I think a Klobuchar Presidency might help us cool our jets.

By the way, an ad by my friend, Dana Krivogorsky, has persuaded me to vote for her for the legislature. She will be the first Republican I’ll have been able to vote for in years. I like the ad because it has absolutely nothing political about it. If the Republican Party is to heal itself like the physician, it will need more folks with an honest sense of humor back in public office.

Here’s Dana’s ad:

Harry’s Diary TMI? Yeah I know. Tough!

In a couple hours at about 8 AM I’m going to let the doctors check to see if that polyp they found six years ago has got any company now. It’s up there in that special area where so many politicians stick their heads. I was supposed to go back a year ago but I almost skipped the third time because its so unpleasant. Not the oscopy part but the part that requires drinking a gallon of salt water beforehand to flush out anthing that will interfere with good visibility. I don’t even mind the purge that much. Sure that aspect of the flu is unpleasant but at least it doesn’t kick in the the gag reflex.

I’ve had a couple of anonymous people call me a liberal hack recently. I agree with the first half of that accusation. Hell, Abe Lincoln was a liberal by my definition. He was open and tolerant of Irish, Germans, Indians, Blacks, Catholics and everyone under the umbrella of the Declaration of Independence’s cry that “all men are created equal. Sure that phase seems to leave women out but I’ve always read it as all humans….. It just took a hundred 142 years for a majority of men to catch up with that thinking. There is still a lot of mental processing going on in both men’s and women’s heads about their respective roles in our still evolving democracy.

Its been a week of emptying myself out. On Thursday I donated my 99th pint of blood. I avoided work that day as per instructions but I helped set up four stages of scaffolding on my church Friday and on Saturday helped put up six oddly shaped protective storm windows to protect some fancy windows on the bell tower. I had helped make paper templates of them last spring for the window factory. I’ve been nervous all summer about whether I got them right. I did.

Since returning to Duluth from France I’ve resumed studying French. Now its more for the challenge than any plans to return to France. I heard a lot from Duluth’s students over the past four years about our language program cut backs while sitting on the School Board. I have to say that I think I’ve learned as much on my cell phone over the past nine months as most kids learn in their first two years. That seems to me to be a very good and inexpensive model to follow.

I’ve taken some stabs writing a book since I’ve gotten back. I still keep vacillating over just what to write. Al lot of it may depend on the outcome of the midterm elections. Will the Trump discredited Republican Party own all three branches of our government when the dust settles. I don’t think so. I hope not. The blue collar anti NAFTA voters who went for Trump may not realize that it was his Republican Party that treated their union jobs so cavalierly in the name of free trade. Or maybe they do. Their support of Trump has turned all the free trade Republicans into hypocrites who know they have to side with Trump or be run over in a primary.

This morning I confirmed what a few friends had told me. I won 10% of the Republican primary votes against Hockey Saint Stauber with virtually no campaigning. I’m not sure if Ballotopedia has the actual latest results or not but its good enough for me. The results weren’t available the day after the election so I forgot about them to turn my full attention on getting ready for my trip to France. Still, I am happy with myself for stating my objections to any Trump lap dog.

The latest New York Times survey shows Stauber pulling away from the democrat Radinovich. I’ve always said the race was Stauber’s to lose. The only issue will be who turns out to vote. In the primary all the DFL congressional candidates out polled both Stauber and me on the Republican side by 69,000 votes to 50,000 votes. That suggests to me that Radinovich isn’t out of the picture yet but all those Koch Brother ads I see ten of everyday on Facebook may be turning voters around to Stauber. If he’s elected I’m counting on his being in the minority….until I can take a crack at him again in the next primary. I haven’t ruled that out. If I do it will be a full court press not a rose garden campaign.

I’ll proof read this later. Gotta get to the clinic.

An anonymous critic

I discovered a critic at the end of my column on “Frat Boy Justice” in the Reader:

Juan Percent
Thursday Oct. 11, 2018

Welty, You’re a liberal hack. Despite what you read on CNN, there’s no evidence Kavanaugh was ever black out drunk. It might come as a surprise to someone like you who’s apparently replaced his brain cells with bong resin that very few people ever achieve black out drunk. It’s a myth for people who need an excuse for their actions, people like you apparently, but not like Kavanough.

I couldn’t resist sending a reply:

Harry Welty
Friday Oct. 12, 2018

Juan.

I don’t know who you are. Apparently you wish to remain anonymous. I am Harry Welty. I am a liberal in many respects as was my hero Abe Lincoln. I did smoke some weed when I was in college. And yes, I was worried for a while that this might cloud my thinking. Despite that concern, which I’ve since realized was overblown, I do not hide who I am. I live at 2101 E 4th Street in Duluth Minnesota. I have written hundred’s of thousands of words in my blog and tens of thousands for the Reader. I put my name to them. I do not hide behind a pseudonym and send out snarky anonymous one liners at people I disagree with. I am not afraid of my opinions or of making them known to the general public.

When you are willing to come out from hiding I’ll will accord your views the respect honest open opinions deserve.

Yours, with grudging respect,

Harry Welty

Truth in Advertising?

I remarked recently that the Trib in endorsing another candidate for County Auditor simply mentioned that Nancy Nilsen had been on the School Board to shepherd in the Red Plan. (I need barely add the disastrous Red Plan) She has been mentioned in Lincoln Democrat several times through the years.

Well, a Labor World was delivered to my house this morning. I was surprised to see that Nancy is using a high school album photo from twenty or thirty years ago in her ads. She sure doesn’t look like someone who has worked in the Auditor’s office for eleven years.

I really like Jimmy Kimmel

If you put Jimmy Kimmel in this blog’s search engine you will find four posts (now five) with the talk show host’s name in them. Its ironic given what prompted this post that in this one I said of Jimmy what I’ve said recently of the newest Supreme Court Justice that Jimmy’s show had the reputation of being “a bawdy frat show.”

The video below is a repeat of a wonderful, dead on, song I just posted. Jimmy Kimmel who has become anything but a male chauvinist saw it too. This time Lynzy Lab is accompanied by a chorus. I am a sucker for human decency and I teared up. So did Claudia when she saw it.

When my daughter was in college and started going to “raves” I worried for her. It wasn’t only frat boys and father figure Bill Cosby who slipped knock out drugs in women’s drinks. In the old days getting a girl drunk was supposed to an invitation for sex but that wasn’t good enough for some guys. Pro Choice hero, Senator Bob Packwood was exposed thirty years ago for giving woman a mysterious pink drink which clouded their memories. I can’t find a quick google reference to the drink but look at this old SNL cold opening from 1993.

Its always been a scary time for fathers of young women. But I bet a lot of them are the same fathers who are going to Trump rallies to preserve what made America great.

I told Claudia that the silver lining in the Trump Presidency is that it has pointed a Klieg light on men. She agreed and said that at a women’s book club yesterday everyone agreed that the Trump presidency was exposing racism and sexism as never before. Here’s the video from the Kimmel Show:

How are the Republicans attempting to save themselves? Through duplicity, cheating and the theft of votes. That the worst of this is happening in the Republican south is testament to how wrong the Robert’s Court was to shelve the monitoring of the South’s notoriously racist election laws.

But don’t worry. Our President loves black folks. Why as Florida was being pummeled to smithereens by hurricane Michael he chose to have a press conference with his most loyal black supporter:

On the pretext of stopping “rampant” but, in fact, almost non-existent voting fraud all the deep south and many other Trump heavy states now require photo IDs. Its not like to good old days in the 1940’s when a rich Texas oil man could give a poor Mexican American five bucks to vote for anyone who was against the oil depletion allowance that kept them rich. Now those Mexicans might vote for a Democrat instead and have to be prevented from voting by any means necessary.

Frat Boy Justice

My column made it to the Reader today:

It begins:

“My first stab at writing about our newest Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh was from the perspective of my “frat boy” experience ten years before Brett allegedly made a habit of getting black out drunk in college. The crappy behavior I witnessed during the age of Aquarius was not unlike the self-entitled depredations Kavanaugh has been accused of in the Reagan Era. Experience leads me to believe that our newest justice was as guilty of attempted rape as OJ Simpson was of murdering his wife. If I’m right that’s a triumph for the “rule of law” which can be greatly diluted if one attends prestigious universities and/or has plenty of money.”

To read the rest click the link in the lead sentence.

For Hysterical Trumpmen

Forty years ago male teachers started getting called for getting too touchy feely with female students. I remember older men telling me, then a young teacher, how paranoid people were getting and how they were glad they weren’t teachers.

I tried not to roll my eyes.

Here’s a young lady whose eyes sparkle while they roll over a new scarry time for men.

Boys will be jerks

Thirty days in France was a welcome relief from the continuing Trump news sepsis in the United States. Oh, I did peek at the news on my cell and occasionally on various French hotel televisions which carried one English speaking channel. It was always CNN. It was like peeking through my fingers at a horror show.

Toward the end of the trip and now, upon my return, I find myself waking up in the middle of the night hoping not to think about our nation’s politics. Sometimes I am able to get back to sleep. Typing out my thoughts on my blog helps. Yesterday I returned to my on-again, off-again column in the Duluth Reader. Over the day I cranked out a couple of attempts and was concerned that there was so much water flowing over Niagara that I couldn’t possibly stuff it all in a tiny, 800 word bucket. Although there is so so much more to say I was reasonably pleased with my final product. You can read it at the end of the week in the Reader. Its titled: “Frat Boy Justice.”

I begin by explaining that my first attempt to write a column was to expose my “guy” experience as a member of a fraternity from 1969 to 1973. But there were larger issues to dance around so I departed from that. However, the subject of boys behaving badly has made it to this blog before. I remembered writing about one particular episode about a friend of mine who spit on a stripper. I just discovered that I had blogged about this twice. You can read both posts to check to see whether the four year interval between tellings betrays any serious discrepancies. If you are only going to read just one I’d suggest the first post from 2013 because it preceded any thought of a Donald Trump Presidency or a Bret Kavanaugh justiceship.

If you read the shorter second retelling from 2017 (immediately after Trump’s election) you may intuit a premonition on my part of things to come.

Any fair minded person looking the Republican defenders of a likely attempted rapist for signs of moral sepsis have only to look at South Carolina Senator Lindsey Graham. His example is what my Mother feared could happen to me if I stuck it out in politics.

Politics at the DNT

The new more fair and balanced Duluth Trib that has apparently been endorsing a bunch of Republicans did them all a big favor a few years ago by dropping Gary Trudeau’s Doonesbury. If it hadn’t been for Facebook I would have missed this one. It gives me hope that despite my agnosticism the evangelical God will welcome me into heaven.

https://www.facebook.com/619396493/posts/10156841988991494/

But not everything out of the Trib rings false. They did not endorse my 2013 school board opponent, Nancy Nilsen, for the County Auditor’s position. Instead they pointedly mentioned her role as a Duluth school board member helping give birth to the Red Plan.

Napoleon – lessons to learn

I bought this book for three reasons and paid full price at the Musee de l’armee in Paris where Napoleon is buried in a magnificent gaudy display. I would highly recommend anyone wanting to learn about the emperor to buy it for this price plus three bucks shipping. Its an excellent short but comprehensive and intelligent summary. That is one of the reasons I bought it. I’ve read three massive books on Hitler and Stalin and I wanted something quick to read about the man who helped inform their ambitions before I dove into my own book writing which I hope to begin shortly.

The other reasons were these. 2. The reviews on the cover were sterling. 3. I like buying books at the very place where the subject I’m interested in is located. Napoleon’s tomb was as close as I could get.

Bear in mind that my pilgrimage to France on the hundreth anniversary of the action that led to my Grandfather’s being awarded a Congressional Medal of Honor did not prevent me from seeing that war as my historian Grandfather did – as a monumentally stupid and colossal waste of life. And that is this eminent biographer and historian’s take on Napoleon. He was a smart but shallow, murderous, self centered authoritarian. So were Hitler, Stalin, and Mao.

What made Napoleon different was not ambition but the success of the propaganda empire he fostered and which later Napoleons advanced. Think Donald Trump. Napoleon saw opportunities and seized them. So did the other four dictators I listed. Circumstance was good for them as they were for Napoleon. Author Johnson makes the cost of Napoleon’s actions clear. The deaths in a proto industrial age of four or five millions of people. His concluding paragraph struck me hard as a devotee of Abe Lincoln. Johnson reminded me that true greatness comes with a sense of humility.

Trump’s vile life shows no sign of that quality. His admirers are blind to this. I can not forgive the Republican Party for so debasing itself on planks they only used as political weapons but had only slender belief in to disgust American voters into electing Trump. Thank you Senator McConnell.

I’ll proof read this later.

The long game of Harry Welty – Watch out Federalist Society

I know such a peculiar picture may seem an odd way of following such a heady blog headline but sometimes life is absurd.

The Congress of the United States just bent over backwards NOT to find out if an attempted rapist was about to be placed on the near sacrosanct United States Supreme Court. My owl and Nappy don’t even begin to compare.

The – at this moment – imminent bare minimum vote of approval for the aggressive dick is about to take place. So let me tell you about what I brought back from France.

To grace my office I bought a couple small items of memorabilia. First, an eyeglass holder from Dijon France whose symbol is a lucky little owl that is half worn away from centuries of people rubbing it for good luck. Second, a shot glass with the iconic image of Napoleon on it which I will use to hold toothpicks. I acquired this at his shrine and burial site at Paris’s Museum of the Armee. My wife and I are not big shoppers but we bought some fun items a few of which we share with our family (meaning mostly our two grandsons)

My acquisitions are book heavy with at least four for me. One is a deliciously smart and brief life of Napoleon. Its the third book I recall reading about the little dictator. Another is about the archaeology of digging up World War 1 battlefield sites. Two more are in French to help me with my french language studies should I decide to persevere. One of these is french translations of Calvin and Hobbes cartoons and the other is one of my grandson’s favorite Wimpy Kid books translated into French.

By the way, my attempts to use French were few and semi-futile. My greatest achievement came in the last few minutes of France when our taxi drive asked us which gate in the terminal two we would be flying out of. We had told him AY (2-A) which is how the French pronounce the letter E. I quickly corrected this to a as in at so we didn’t get taken to the wrong gate. I need another year of study to overcome the many English speaking service workers who found it much easier to use their Anglais than deciphering my mangled French. If I do continue studying I’ll probably replace the two hour daily sessions for 45 minutes a day. I have other priorities which the continuing discord in America has intensified but which my year’s study of France has helped given nuance.

I need to be more patient like the Republican Party, the Koch Brothers and the Federalist Society all of which have just gotten gotten their way. (Remember the old maxim “When the gods wish to punish us they grant us our prayers.” Undoing this by revolution will only do more damage in my estimation. That’s the moderate in me…..the moderate ridiculed and purged by the amoral ne’re-do-wells who have taken over the GOP.

I hope that my contribution to the battle will be some longer form writing than my short pithy blog posts. It remains to be seen if anything I write will be worthy of note or noticed. Wish me well but don’t turn your back on my blog just yet. It may have a few more surprises left in it. I fudged for the past month by reposting my Facebook entries but I hope these did not too badly disappoint my “eight loyal readers.” My heart is still in a good place……..And by the way. The Good Place is a superlative hoot. Watch it……from the beginning on Netflix. Its about one of my favorite ideas – redemption.

Flying over sunken ships

Even when I haven’t just returned from France my head is often bursting with thoughts I’d like to commit to the blog. France has only given me lots more with the counterpoint of my very positive experience in France counter to the national trauma I’ve come home too.

I’ve been back in the states for 22 hours and watched PBS news hour. I’m reminded of the great war that Gulliver found being waged on the Island of the Lilliputians over which way to open a soft boiled egg. Only its not a trivial issue trying to decide which of two idols is Satan is which is God.

So, here’s a picture of the planes map showing its location as it left France and headed for the US. I thought it was very strange that a plane flying overseas with sometimes fearful passengers would plot the wrecks of sunken ships on a map. More showed up as we neared the US including the Titanic, the Andrea Doria the Hunley and some Spanish treasure galleon.

That’s a much less significant question than how America will come to its senses. I don’t have an answer to either question at the moment. I’m going to bed. Good night.

Trente – Day thirty

I write this from Charlotte, North Carolina. The reservoir and river below us looked swollen with the non existant consequences of Global warming’s over heated atmosphere. (I can go back to political sniping now that my writing will be gravitating back to the blog.) When I was going through the TSA to be checked out before entering the airport for our 7 hour wait to catch a flight to Minneapolis I got another reminder of home. Billy Grahm’s six foot tall visage clutching his dog-eared Bible advertised his library as the city’s number one tourist attraction. My first thought was his Trump loving son Franklin. Sweet Jesus!

We took a cab to Charles DeGaulle Airport early this morning. The Eiffel Tower had gone dark. My plan was to begin reading the compact bio of Napoleon by Paul Johnson on the plane. I bought at his tomb in the French Armee Museum. Its excellent.

I will no longer have France to distract me from America’s politics. Thank you France for the brief reprieve.

I have five hours to upload the pics for the 28th and 29th days of our travels before heading to Minnesota. Am I glad to be back? You betcha.

Vingt-neuf, Day twenty-nine

From Facebook:

Today was our last day and night in Paris and in France. We are packed with a cab ordered to pick us up tomorrow at 7am.

Today we downed coffee in our hotel’s grotto. Walked to the metro. Took a subway to The train station at Montparnase. Hopped a train to Chartres. Had a fine lunch. Explored yet another of Europe’s great cathedrals. Took the train back to Paris. I have, of course, included the pictures.

When we walked back to our hotel we debated walking ten more minutes to see the Eiffel Tower’s light show or having one last meal at a sidewalk cafe. The tower made the decision for us. The light show sparkled as we left the metro. Then it stopped. That allowed us our first evening sidewalk meal. And the day’s chill gave way to a very nice evening. Our meal was great.

Au revoir Paree. We are going back to the farm.

Pics to come:

Vingt-huit, Day 28

From Facebook:

We are just about sight-seed-out. After getting in line for a trip to the Eiffel Tower’s 2’nd etage we learned that the sky was the limit. On a cool, blustery day we went to the top enduring lines that make Disneyland seem like…well…Disneyland. I hugged Claudia close pretending to keep her warm. I was soooo cold.

Four hours later we were back on the ground out of the worst of the wind. We A had time for the Rodin Museum that was closed yesterday. Maybe a few of you got my preview of Rodin’s interactive exhibits.

And some picks….. Continue reading

Vingt-sept, Day twenty-seven

The pity of American politics has dogged us through the cathedrals, walled cities, vineyards and battlegrounds of France. A good look at France has helped me put our two nations in perspective and given me much to think about.

I look forward to our return home where my family and civic responsibilities remain. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. My grandfather was gone for better than a year and almost didn’t make it back. Talk about a contrast. You can see it from my my month’s worth of pictures. I didn’t have a lot to say about them in Facebook today.

From Facebook:

More eye candy. A book signing across from our hotel by the former French President, subway selfie, acceptance of a marriage proposal, Moulin Rouge and a dozen pics from an afternoon riding a sight seeing bus. Continue reading

Vingt-six, Day twenty-six

From Facebook:

Today started with a centennial. My grandfather’s triple wounding. He fought on so tomorrow will be the anniversary of his being sent back to get patched up. When the rumor of his death got back to his unit no one was surprised. I am in Paris today living proof of the rumor’s inaccuracy. The day has ended with eye candy.

After packing up I snapped a pic of the most humble window view of our trip. Even so, it’s very fetching. I also took a pic for our insurer of the wound someone inflicted on our Citroen two weeks ago in a St. Malo parking lot.Today would be a reckoning as we were dropping it off at Charles De Gaulle airport.

I wasn’t planning to take a lot of pictures today as we were in Paris for a second go around….but Paris has so much eye candy starting with the bistros outside our hotel. I snapped this while devouring a boeuf salad.

Then on our walk to the Seine, starting with the rabbits trimming the grass at the Army Museum, I couldn’t put my camera down. I shot grand statues including one of Lafayette paid for by American school children. But the best eye candy came on the gilded bridge crossing the Seine. We passed a dozen brides and grooms-to-be having professionals take their photos. The last couple I passed paused to pose for me with gracious good humor.

Claudia and I confessed to each other a few days back that a full month was proving to be a little long. Fortunately, France has enough charms to salve our tired feet. We will miss out on one of those sights. We failed to pre-order tickets to visit the top of the Eiffel Tower. I told Claudia that this obligates us to come back. She didn’t disagree. But until then we have other sights to see over the next four days.

A few of the pics: Continue reading

The official source for all the blather of the eccentric Harry Welty – Duluth School Board member, off and on, since 1995. He does his best to live up to Mark Twain's assessment: "First God created the idiot. That was for practice. Then he invented the School Board."