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.
Photos taken at a pick-up at the U.S. Military Academy's Summer Leaders Seminar, today. It's a week-long picnic only for those who want to be pushed hard, and who hope to have the right stuff. If you are not familiar with West Point, that is the great Hudson River down below.
The site was selected by Washington himself, and it is the longest-used military location in the US. At the time, it was a highly strategic site, commanding the water route to the inland northern colonies.
Benedict Arnold knew West Point, much to his eternal damnation. It was the plans to West Point he had given to the British when he turned traitor. Up until that time he had been a brilliant fighter for the Revolution.
Washington learned of the treahery while approaching West Point. Arnold made his escape down the Hudson on a British ship but left his wife behind at the fort.
She went into a frenzy when approached about her turncoat husband. She then went temporarily insane claiming that Washington and his staff were going to kill her baby and torture her. They continued to tell her that was not the case but she continued very loud wailing and having "fits"...they finally decided to let her go.
She was young, 19, or 20 but now alone she made her way down to the home of a British officer that she knew AND had been working with. She regaled the officers wife with how she completely fooled Washington and his staff that she was going insane and how they let her go. Seems like Benedict had choosen the perfect mate.....wish I could recall the Brits name..but I can't and I ain't look'in it up.
Spent a lot of time in the bottom left building where my husband was a prof of international history, Middle East studies and comparative religion. The sky over the famous bend in the river was ever changing and made for dramatic Hudson River Arty Schoolscapes. In fact, I think it more beautiful there than anywhere on the Rhine and regret not having painted the views by the season, day and hour. But I also remember too well those long winter days when the heavens went sullen gray and pressed down on the campus of granite and slate gray edifices arrayed in formation on dormant gray grounds dotted with cadet gray uniforms surrounded by davy’s green-gray waters to match sun-deprived gray dispositions----
Still, loved the place, its history, and the fact that it offers a high caliber of education while cultivating the ethos of service in some of our best and brightest.