I really owe you some good, original content of some sort. I even have some, but Mrs. Freeholder and I have been at an Undisclosed Oceanside Location with Old Friend and Mrs. Old Friend for some long needed rest, recreation and re-connection. Without going into a lot of detail, let’s say it was good. It’s something that we should do more often, especially in these times of apparent uncertainty.
At any rate, after driving a couple of hundred miles home, finding that Daughter and Son had not held up their end of the bargain and that the Freehold was somewhat trashed (and yes, there have and will be repercussions), gotten the the mess cleaned up and now having eaten, I’m beat. I’m basically indulging in Mindless Intertubz Surfing, or I was until I ran into a mention of this.
Yes, I’ve said before that I will no longer join in the National Day of Sackcloth and Ashes every year, and I have no intention on going back on that. But this is something special. On September 12, 2001, in an unprecedented gesture, Queen Elizabeth allowed (read that as “directed”) the Coldstream Guards to play the US national anthem at the ceremonial changing of the guard as a show of solidarity and to comfort the US citizens who were stranded in Great Britain when all flights were grounded in the aftermath of 9/11.
I remember those empty skies–the first time in my life I could look up and not see planes in the air. I can only imagine what it would be like to be stranded on a foreign shore, knowing your country had been attacked and knowing you weren’t going to be able to get home for some unknown period.
Hell of a thing.