And I'm not talking about that two wheeled complexi-ride, concession to the softer derrières out there.
Further more, ta hell with the recent celebration of those foul, nauti-nasties and rapacious rascals of the past by "talking like a pirate"!
Raise a horn o' mead over your plate-bowl of lutefisk and bellow a poem heroic.
Today is Leif Erikson day!
My nod will be a swig of mead on the way through most any door and the wearing of my funky David Andersen, Bunad knife. A period crossing to be sure but Norse without a doubt. Gotta honor my off-the-boat, land of Foss blood.
Happy Leif Erikson day to one and all... as may be deserving of it.
Todd.
