Add that to the list of Stuff I Haven’t Been Able To Do Lately. Although it’s a little unfair for my wife and I to do these: our idea of a good Christmas present is the complete collection of the Childe ballads. I forgot, one time in Colonial Williamsburg, and asked the nice girl who had just told us one story whether her story was related a particular folktale about Captain Franklin and the Northwest Passage and the resulting silence was slightly uncomfortable.
In my defense, it’s not like there are that many opportunities to have that sort of discussion. I can hardly be blamed, although I certainly should have known better. Still, as long as I keep my mouth shut tonight there shouldn’t be any problems. And the weather will be perfect.
God, but I missed Halloween.
The Terror. The Terror!
Williamsburg was one of the dark corners of the world, once.
(Known better than what? When I was doing the tour guide gig, I would have been on that question like a duck in a junebug.)