Shipwrecked & Comatose

Sometimes Facebook statuses make me just want to scream with rage. There has been a run lately of statuses from various friends saying things like, "I'm so glad certain states require drug testing for welfare recipients," or "I don't want those lazy, unemployed people living off my taxes."  Yeah, the world is filled with filthy parasites living the good life off your tax dollars.  "Even though I probably don't know any of these people I'm accusing of sponging off of me, I know they don't deserve anything!" Should a child go hungry due to the sins of its parents?  Is it the fault of an innocent child that its parents have a drug problem*, or have questionable immigration status (and remember a child born in this country is a citizen and has full rights to access to government services)?  Children can't work.  They can't really manage money.  All they can do is depend on their parents.  Yet these parents are being punished and

I did say I wanted to try to post one blog a week here on S&C.  Since I was on vacation, it's all I currently have to blog about! The only unpleasant part of going to Chincoteague is that I eventually have to leave it.  When we're there, it feels as if we never left.  When we're home, it feels as if we were never there.  We are back in the real world though, so it's time to bore whatever readers I have with my adventures. Day 1 - We left Sunday morning at 6:39 AM.  That's the earliest we ever left.  It was a wise idea.  There was almost no traffic.  We made it to the Delaware Memorial Bridge in two hours.  That was the easy part.  The trek through Delaware is always the longest leg (how can a state so small feel so endless?) but we really made excellent time.  Lack of traffic helped, but Kevin also drove like a madman.  He is always such a careful driver, but he really booked it down the Jersey Turnpike!  We made it there in five and a half hours when it no