The Butcher and I went out to look for Old Jefferson, now that we know where it was, and let me tell you, it’s kind of weird. The whole area is marked like every three feet “No tresspassing,” “Do not enter.” and there’s really nothing to enter. You’d have to do it on foot if you were going to do it, which we were not.
So, that’s that. It’s too bad it’s not a park.
I have a cold, but I’m hoping a good night’s sleep will take care of it.
Tiny Cat Pants 