That picture this morning is now a Theme

It's hard to tell from this distance, but the lettering on the tail of this plane says "Whistler Air" and it's returning some Big Spenders back to civilization, from where some of us never left. The first time I skied Whistler, a daily lift ticket cost $8.00 and breakfast at Peter's Cafeteria near the base of the original Gondola cost $2.95 for all you could eat, and that consisted of bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast, and coffee. And guess what? That mountain hasn't grown one inch since then, but the prices now are astronomical because the "In Crowd" have discovered it. Isn't progress wonderful?

The picture of Rhett and Scarlett I included as a reminder of my erudite and academic Atlanta cousins who are probably wondering what they did to deserve being related to an ignoramus like me. To which, I would facetiously reply: "Just lucky, I guess." They are retired from distinguished careers in universities, and their hobby is ancestry - I very nearly slipped mental gears there and said 'incestry' but caught it in time - although, upon reflection.... (Don't go there, Ray!). Sir Thomas Overbury said: "The man who has nothing to boast of but his ancestry is like a potato. The only good belonging to him is underground." And while having illustrious forebears may be wonderful, what about those you might prefer to shoot between the eyes just to be rid of the aggravation? Obviously, it's a mixed blessing; a constant strain on one's tenuous magnanimity.

And this morning's photo out the window? Just because - because there's a long dismal rainy season coming in a couple of months, during which a sunny scene will improve my disposition immeasurably.