For many years now, my children Maureen and John and my wife, Kathleen, have criticized me for laughing too heartily at my own jokes. My brother, Kevin, often says, "No one laughs as hard or as long at his own jokes than Joe". Before our trip to Williamsburg, VA. with the Boy Scouts, I thought perhaps that it was an anomaly from which I alone suffered. Perhaps it was some mental condition from which I suffer. "No one thinks my jokes are funny, but me, so therefore I am sick in the head", is the thinking in my own head that all of this criticism from my wife, some of my children and my brother has brought upon me. Now I am even more concerned. It appears that the madness is congenital.
When it comes to the boys, it is important to know why we took these cats down to Gettysburg, Williamsburg, Jamestown and Yorktown. These guys have been scouts from the time they were in first grade or so. In camping, as shown at the left, they have gone through campouts in the snow, rain and wind. They have had to undergo the "manly abuse" poured down upon them when they were the young scouts and the older boys would make life a bit difficult upon them. It was time to get them out of the wind, rain, snow and abuse and down to the sunny state of Virginia.
At Jamestown, we learned of the first permanent English settlement in North America. We also learned about the ships that brought the settlers into Virginia. Finally, we learned that those who work ate, and those who did not, starved.
Jamestown also has a fantastic museum on the grounds in addition to a working and interactive Native American village, 3 working ships and a replica of the early Jamestown settlement. It's a great place to see.
We had a great time. Of course, though, the boys wanted to go to Busch Gardens. More on that, later.
This is a riot... the top picture is great! I love that picture! Everyone's expression is priceless!
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