Of course, now, I download everything. Which is how I came across “N-word hating me” by Johnny Rebel. I was aghast. And still was until just a few moments ago when I googled and found your blog. I just couldn’t believe Horton was a racist. This is a guy who wrote about wanting to fall in love with a Eskimo woman and heralded Britain’s Royal Navy. But, then, this is also the country that made millionaires of folks like Rush Limbaugh, so anything is possible, I guess.

Thus, it is with profound gratitude that I thank you for thoroughly researching this subject and giving it the death knell it so richly deserves. In a just a few moments, I’m deleting that Johnny Rebel song and I am going to play Horton’s “The Battle of New Orleans” so loud from my Brooklyn. N.Y., apartment, that folks in New Jersey will hear it.

Thanks again.

I really like it in general. What I don’t like is that we aren’t completely prepared for weather like this, so the only thing we can do is hunker down and wait it out, which leads to mild cases of cabin fever and fear that we won’t be able to get Matt when he arrives on the 25th.

I’ve already seen that I need to get a snow shovel and a good pair of boots that can take getting wet. Since Ian is almost driving age, we’re thinking we should buy a truck and let him drive that. The Mercedes is useless in weather like this and the Mustang is too low profile to make it through big snow drifts.

You, on the otherhand, are probably missing the generally balmy southland wright about now, huh?