This, I’ve been told, is my great, great, great grandfather, Joseph Phillip Florian. From what I’ve been able to ascertain, he was born in Poland on November 22, 1831, and arrived at the Port of New York on June 9, 1840 aboard a ship from Le Havre, France called the Robert Parker. [This would have […]
A few years ago, I made the decision not to write anything new for Thanksgiving, but, instead, to recycle something that I’d written the year before. And, ever since then, I’ve been posting the same damn thing. Well, here it is again. I was tempted to remove some of the old references, and replace them […]
Yesterday, at a rally for Kentucky Governor Matt Bevin in Lexington, Donald Trump said to the crowd, “You gotta vote, because, if you lose, it sends a really bad message.” He then went on to add, “You can’t let that happen to me.” Well, they let it happen to him. Continuing the trend we saw […]
Remember how, a few days ago, I told you that the site of my paternal grandfather’s old bicycle shop in Frankfort, Kentucky had recently been reopened as a brewery? Well, since I posted that, I’ve come into possession of two more photos. The first is of my grandfather, Augustus Charles Maynard, counting change at the […]
If you’re reading this in the future, and want to send a cyborg back in time in order to keep me from being born, so that I don’t destroy Skynet, or do whatever terrible and awesome thing it is that I’m going to do in my remaining years here on earth, this is where you […]
