A Slow Train Coming

It has been eight months and, what feels like, eight million years since I lasted attempted to post. We have been through quite an ordeal in this short period of time and have witnessed an entire Greek Tragedy to boot. The whole cycle of the hero discovering his/her tragic flaw the downward spiral the horrible crash and then the redemption at the end. Wish I could have skipped the first couple of parts and went right to the end but, such is life. The long and short of it, is this, we are finally moving our way out of the abyss and into the light.

Ahh yes, The River....

Several years ago at a local Scottish Festival a group of friends and family sat around a table consuming that wonderful libation created by none other than "Charlie Mopps" of course I am referring to beer. My eldest daughter asked one of her Uncles when would she be able to participate in the buffoonery. I divert here and explain that the Uncle had just exited an abusive marriage to a raving lunatic/psychic vampire/pathological liar, etc, etc, and basically left with an old car and a small back pack as his only material possessions. I might add that He felt as though he had gotten a good deal with this arrangement seeing as he still had most of his internal organs intact and had not as yet been neutered. At any rate, the answer that the Uncle gave will forever be utilized by Kith and Kin referencing when it is appropriate for an adult to begin drinking the black liquidation with the froth on the top.

"When your life has become a roaring river of rage and pain"

I believe he didst know from whenst he spake. His life had indeed become a roaring river and we referred to anyone who was in his cups as a person who had gone to the river. We often spoke of different beverages by the speed that they could convey one to the river. Scotch, as it turns out, is a fast way indeed to the river. We also described to what degree we would immerse ourselves in the river, a light night might be that we would just go down to the bank and take in the sights. A slightly more intense night would be wading in the shallows. Of course the full on pee your kilt paralytic drunk night would be diving right in. Ahh, The River...

So now you know the meaning behind the name I hope this post finds you healthy and well, next time I will speak of other things.

Know ye the river?

In the next day or two I will post the story behind the name of this blog, In the mean time I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.