I remember my days in Plymouth, Massachusetts being squired around Cape Cod by my late friend, Jerry Landry from Barnstable Village in his Isuzu SUV thingamabob.
I really miss my good friend Jerry to this day.
This is Forefathers Day, which is celebrated in Plymouth each December 22 since 1769 to mark the landing of the pilgrim's there on December 21, 1620.
I spent about an hour at Plymouth Rock which, although was much smaller than I envisioned reading about it during childhood it still inspired thoughts of intrepid people seeking new lives in a new land.
There are a few good hearted groups residing in Plymouth with contradictory accounts of the various aspects of Forefathers Day and the landing at Plymouth Rock as well as indigineous organizations responsible for these historical rememberances.
It is noteworthy that the left would just as soon rewrite all of these in their continuing false narrative of what the United States is and how we got there.
For all you native Cape Codders out there I hope your day is memorable and pleasant.
As for all you other indians like me ...
Try to make due in all your inadequacy as I have over the years.