Expect howls of derision** from ... certain ... quarters ... over my solitary venture, the weather, my walker (complete with neon-yellow tennis-ball shoes on the back feet -- hey, it came that way; $4.50 bucks at the mission store), and stuff to ridicule that their mentality makes them notice, things that ordinary folks likely aren't even aware of.
Achy knees, cold hands, rain-frizzled hair, solo ventures, dirty dishes -- these are nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the horrors and sacrifices our Confederate ancestors -- civilians, servants, and most especially the soldiers -- endured. Nothing.
(For the full report, click the link above or the photo below to go to the West Florida Flaggers blog.)
**(Alternately, expect dead, ringing silence -- an attempt to ignore in the hope that we will disappear.)