We must away, ere break of day...

Rising before the crack of dawn (and dawn cracks damned early in Maine in summer), hauled Elder Son over to the airport and dumped him at the door.  And may Delta have mercy upon him.

He has promised to write.

Waaah!

Numismatic oddity

One weird offshoot of sending Elder Son out for pizza yesterday.  He came back with a 1943 steel penny, in near mint condition.  Now, those had become rare in circulation even before the clad pennies came in...

Assimilate or get the hell out?

News reports another of the periodic spasms against multi-lingual culture -- in this case, against posting official signs in Spanish as well as in English.

Funny ancestral connection here.  My Mennonite ancestors came over from Germany around 1700.  I have, in a drawer downstairs, a New Testament printed in New York in the 1850s.  In German. 

I recall parental tales that my great-grandmother on that side never spoke a word of English.  She understood it, but would not speak it.  This would be in the 1880s or later.

I'm prepared to give Hispanics (Hmong, Sudanese, whatever) a few more generations to file off their rough edges and fit the mold.

Elder Son Update

Well, he has checked in from a library computer in San Francisco, apparently sane and whole.