Jack – like most kids – has been learning about the first Thanksgiving all week, and today we decided to make the quick hop over to Plimoth Plantation and get the experience. He liked the Wampanoag village the most, although he was fascinated by the chamber pots in the Plantation. "You mean you didn't have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?" Said Karen, "Have you seen bathrooms in any of these houses?" And that sudden look of dawning awareness of just how different those times were.

I kept checking out the strategically placed books -- mostly Psalms and Biblical commentaries, and couldn't help noticing that the meeting house/church was the one with the cannons upstairs. Also, pretty much the only building with mostly finished lumber. No matter what age you're in, God likes right angles and big guns...