Clark Hollow Ramblings: Tempus fugit, but always time for thanks 

Where has the time gone? I cannot believe it is time for Thanksgiving. I got the boss lady to pick up a few things so I can make my mom’s dark fruit cake. That will get me in the mood for the holidays. That and the apple brandy I soak it in. The hunting is very slow. Not seeing many deer and hardly any fawns. I guess this is what the board of supervisors wanted when they placed the Earn-A-Buck restrictions on all the deer hunters. We are going into the second year of that travesty, and it is working about as well as Obamacare. Bureaucrats ought to leave stuff alone they know nothing about. But, I digress.

I did manage to get the chimney cleaned and the wood stove ready before the last cold spell. I think this year I will be burning a bit more fuel oil and a bit less wood. I love the wood stove, but I don’t like tracking in all the stuff that comes with the wood, including the larval form of cave crickets and other critters that live in the wood, and hatch out when you put the wood in the warm basement, where my stove resides. I don’t go down there in the dark with no shoes on, anymore.

Linda and I did manage to work up a couple of deer and make some burgers for the coming winter. An enjoyable side effect of that process, besides not having to eat lettuce and snowballs for the entire winter, was the four beautiful eagles that came to the back field to feast on the trimmings. We had one fully mature bald eagle, resplendent in his large yellow beak, black plumage and white head and tail feathers.

We are still talking about the other three that were there at the same time. From our vantage point, we could see that they were considerably larger than the bald eagle. And while they had the mottled brown plumage that you would expect on an immature bald eagle, they just looked too big to be the juvenile of the same species. They looked more like the golden eagles I have seen in Canada. They fussed a bit at each other and fought over some of the more desirable scraps, but they did not mess with the American symbol. They showed him all the respect he rightfully deserves.

I hope the big election came out to suit you. And, I suppose, judging from the numbers, it suited the majority of you who voted. My greatest comfort comes from the fact that it is finally over. I will only tell you this: I have followed the presidential election process for a long time. I remember discussions I had with Marvin “Bobo” Bradford Jr., as we waited for the school bus at the intersection of Zachary Taylor Highway and Fodderstack Road, in 1960. I have never seen one quite like this, and, apparently, neither has anybody else.

Now that it is over the best entertainment is listening to all the experts, pundits and talking heads trying to explain why they got it so wrong. I happen to think it was the votes of those people heretofore accused of clinging to their guns and bibles that made for the big surprise. When I got up the morning after the election my email inbox was crammed full. I thought it was some of my jokester friends, but after the results finally settled in all I could do was shake my head and say, “Now what?”

It is time to get on with our lives and wait and see how things go. I will say that in over 50 years of watching this process I have never seen such a bunch of sore losers. Too many young folks raised with the same old progressive horse hockey that you can have it all and were never taught any responsibility for their actions. What did Giuliani call them, crybabies? Come on folks, you did your best, and you lost. Now suck it up and give the guy who won a fair chance to govern. Hopefully, he will get it right. And if he doesn’t, we will vote him out next election cycle and give somebody else a chance.

Enjoy your Thanksgiving. We have so much to thank Him for.

Richard Brady
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Richard Brady was born and raised within sight of Rappahannock Peak, as was his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, etc. He graduated from George Mason University and was employed for 35 years with various agencies of the federal government. He retired in 2001, and he and his wife, Linda, live in Flint Hill, Va.