I really cherish my southern roots despite the fact that I’ve never actually *lived* in the south.   We gather every year to celebrate family and prove that blood is thicker than the political, religious, and cultural differences that pop up among the many generations of a big family.    This year only about 75 made it to the reunion but still a good time was had by all.    Mom’s had a good time visiting with her six living brothers and sisters.

We haven’t had a bad meal yet, though our cholesterol is probably … higher.    Steak for dinner, at lunch today I had a fried ham sandwich and fries, and yesterday’s dinner was a very nice … fried chicken in gravy.