We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A reader reminds us that somehow - probably due to the effects of Bush's global warming on our brain - we neglected the essential topic of Virginia's famous Smithfield Ham in our little piece on Christmas Ham.
We deeply apologize for any possible offense, humiliation, pain, or other neurotic reactions we might have caused. Shame on us for neglecting a treasured, age-honored, and totally delicious cultural tradition of the great people of the great Commonwealth of Virginia.
Hint - the real Smithfield hams tend to be pretty salty. If that's not your thing, soak the slices in water before you cook them. Also - the hams are cured. follow the cooking instructions on the ham wrapper (the real ones are wrapped in a heavy cheesecloth and state cured in Smithfield, VA). overcooking will ruin them.
One day, one of your fine authors will post an article or two on Confederate general screw-ups, allowing the Yankees to move on to victory. don't get me wrong - the North would have won anyway (superior industry to support what became a more mechanized war, more troops and more $), but the Rebels made some big mistakes that cost them.