Sure, sure, everybody knows Cinco de Mayo is an excuse to party and enjoy Mexican food and drink. Most folks know it’s not actually Mexican Independence Day, and given the real history it’s not clear how that rumor started.
But how many folks know where Cinco de Mayo went down and why?
Continue reading “The Home of Cinco de Mayo”
Much of Mexico City is underwater.
Continue reading “Mexico City and the Aztecs”
If you’ve come here looking for an inside scoop on the Maya Civilization, you’ve come to the right place.
Continue reading “Maya Oh Maya”
Suppose that you’re a Southern gentleman in the 1840s, and your Philadelphia wife has a hankering to abandon the heat and humidity of the Charleston area and go back home. What do you do?
Continue reading “Southern Comfort”
1776. A group of Founding Fathers joined together and declared independence from Great Britain, creating that famous document beginning with the words, “When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands…”
I bet you thought those fine fellows were first off the mark, writing such rebellious rhetoric.
Think again.
Quietly, I waited without a move. The next attack on the castle walls was imminent, but I didn’t know exactly when it would be. Locked and loaded, I aimed and was ready to fire.
Suppose you were on a scavenger hunt. And suppose they challenged you to find, in the same room, a knight in shining armor and a polar bear. Where would you go?
Yes, there is a monster hidden in this post somewhere. But first, the battlefield.
O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland a’fore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.
There’s a good chance you’ve heard this chorus before, and perhaps have even sung it. And there’s a fair chance you thought it a sweet, wistful song about some poor Scottish lad breaking up with his sweetheart and rueing the occasion. But the backstory isn’t quite so sweet.
There is a town in Northern Ireland that has an identity crisis. It doesn’t know whether to call itself Derry or Londonderry. But why?
Plying Through Life 