St. Casserole is on her yearly civil pilgrimage. Here are some clues to where she is:
*Peter Minuit was this place's first garage sale-r, so-to-speak, getting a big bargain for nothing;
* Jan Peeck donated money to build a wall around the village, but the wall is gone, but
everyone knows where it used to be;
* This place was the first capital of the USA and people promptly got sensible and moved it to its later site, the appropriately swampy and dank area of Virginia;
* The river that is here was originally call Mahicanituk, which is Indian for "its got to be warmer somewhere else".
St. C called upon arrival and is fine and happy and with a like-pilgrimaging friend. Animals are fine and shall not blog on my watch. Daughter is fine and able to leap tall mounds of dirty clothes with a single jump. And, things are, as always, better than we deserve.
P.S. St. C will return within a settimana or a vokh or many other such varied words.