This whole situation just makes me sick. Someone should lose their job over this, but it sure as hell shouldn’t be Sherrod.
They’re talking about moving Fort Nashborough. And, in such discussions, they say:
It’s unknown if the current location is historically accurate. The original fort may have been 50 yards closer to where the courthouse is currently located. The historic records are not clear, said Owens.
But it sure seems like archaeologists could help give a good guess. Plus, it would be helpful if we could know any creeks that used to be downtown. We’d need a sense of where they were getting their fresh water from. It makes sense that the fort would have been closer to where the courthouse is, if only because the courthouse is on much higher ground than Fort Nashborough. But it seems like we could unleash a horde of archaeologists to dig along the river and help us better know. Those people had to shit somewhere and that has to leave a trail.
Find the outhouse, find the fort!
Why, yes, I am available to make slogans for archaeology t-shirts, why do you ask?
I am excited to get in the shower here in a second and go to work. Not because there’s anything especially exciting about work today, but because I want my routine back.
Ha, speaking of dogs, did I tell you Mrs. Wigglebottom got stuck outside the other day? She came out to help us film the book trailer and we forgot about her. So we all went to dinner and we came back and she came out of the garage with this total “Whew, I’m glad you guys are back!” look on her face. Shoot, I felt bad about that.
And then, she’s been very cuddly since I got back from Georgia.
Until yesterday afternoon, when she decided I was boring and she got up from where I was scratching her butt while contemplating my flowers and went in the garage and barked until the Butcher came and let her in.
My butt scratches are boring!
Well, and when the breeze wasn’t blowing out back, it was a billion degrees out.