Her Royal Majesty of England, former imperial taxin' without representin' overlords of our fine nation, Queen Elizabeth II, paid a visit to my home state, Virginia (one of the original colonies) last week. As I'm sure you know, the Jamestown settlement celebrates its 400th anniversary this year. This is a big deal. National Geographic even saw fit to celebrate it in this month's issue.
Jamestown is, of course, one of our greatest arguments for keeping out all those pesky foreigners that are clamouring for citizenship in our great land. The Jamestown immigrants showed up, stole the land, spread disease, marauded, grave-robbed and ultimately sent the natives packing. You simply can't trust them. But still, due to the anniversary, the Queen made a stop at near-by William & Mary and my own in-laws got to go see her! By my calculations, Chris & Sonya's distant view of Her Majesty is as close as I'll ever get actually being royalty.
The Queen came, stood up (I think she's standing, anyway) and waved. According to Sonya, she spoke not a word. All the hype and hubbub, and then not one word. Sonya reported this to me, and then, to my great amusement, called The Queen a whore. It's true you can't choose your family. But sometimes you get lucky.