Tonight I am at a charity fundraiser for the Guyanese community. I usually have a good time and
celebrate with good friends. The food is usually quite good. Interestingly, when I am with the Tranquil Sea I only eat poultry or fish out of respect. The locals eat as their religious whims or tastes dictate. In general Hindus like those who are Kosher or even Halal are not obnoxious as your bombastic vegans are.
Tomorrow, I will be spending some more time with the Tranquil Sea and the beloved Sprite. My time with her is fun even if I am just working in the garden or shopping. I am lucky that her interests in fine art are subjects that I have a passing knowledge in. Of course she likes Renoir better than Chardin as well. The only person who seems to have the other taste is Poultry.
On Sunday I will be at a barbecue with Drummaster and I might even drive my own car. I am looking at an 8 cylinder Impala with a Guyanese community friend. I do not drive much, but an Impala is a pleasure.
I also will be celebrating Guyana independence day in Queens later this month.
One thing I want to impart is that while reading the history of New York State from the 1750 to 1790 era one fails to grasp the terrain. Apparently this was also lost on the Brittish who thought that a trip down the Champlain Valley was a breeze. The area even today has deep forests that are by no means a walk in the Park. Adirondack Park which I regularly crossed is beautiful to look at but not easy to cross on foot. There is ample water and some swamps. It is not exactly easier on the Vermont side either. One can use Champlain and Lake George to go North and South until the Hudson River. The Indians were well aware of what rivers went where and commuted great distances.