Too Nice A Day To Blog
Yeah, I know….. it’s the same excuse I used yesterday, but I’m loading up the bike and heading out again today anyway.
Yeah, I know….. it’s the same excuse I used yesterday, but I’m loading up the bike and heading out again today anyway.
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Yeah, sure. I believe you.
Just don’t give away the ending. If Harry dies, I want to read about it myself.
Hundreds of miles later I can report that there is an excellent fish and chips place in Brockville, there is nothing on the menu but fish and chips, and they are the best fish and chips I have had since leaving the east coast lo these many years ago.
I can also report that the windmill still stands just a bit down river from Prescott, the sails are gone, but the stone walls remain. Did you know that on November 12, 1838, 200 of what were described as insurgents (ain’t that funny) from the United States decided to invade Upper Canada and free us from British rule.
They were part of a Hunter (or Patriot) Lodge led by “General” John Ward Birge and they definitely picked the wrong folks to invade.
After the militia was alerted when they tried to land they went back out into the river where one of their two boats ran aground at Windmill Point, “General” Birge suddenly claimed he was sick and took some of his men and went home, and the rest of the Patriots decided to make their stand inside the windmill. Thick walls and a high platform to snipe at the enemy from, seemed like a good plan at the time – unfortunately for them the population was of the Loyalist variety and rather than rally around the invaders as they were expected to do, they helped the British Army and local militia.
4 days later, almost out of food and water, and running out of medical supplies, they surrendered. 159 prisoners were taken, 11 of them were executed, 3 died of wounds sustained, 60 were convicted and sent to Australia (we really should apologize for that), and the rest, a bunch of boys 15 – 18 years old, were sent home to their parents.
These are the things I learned today on my motorcycle ride, and if I had blogged, instead of riding, I, and many of you, would never have known about the fish and chips place in Brockville, or the Battle of the Windmill.
PS: The stuff I read didn’t seem to say whether anyone named Harry died or not. Maybe he went home with the “General”? Maybe he was sent to Australia?
Dude, you were about a mile away from where we were diving, just offshore about a mile west of Prescott, on a wreck called the Rothsay. Shoulda told you.
On an unrelated note, I wanted to ask Balb if you golf. I was expecting to see you a couple weeks ago (HFH).
Naw, RR and TF carry the clubs for the company. I just never got into it, somehow. Were you at the tournament?
Yeah, I spent the day out there. It was alot of fun. I’m not very good, but it was fun nontheless.
Well, let me know when you’re ready to start scuba diving, and we’ll talk.