I'm down here in the South. Things are tense here. President Buchanan keeps pushing every problem he can find under the rug. The Quakers downtown hide runaway slaves, then send them on their way North under cover of night. Some came from farther South, some are from the local tobacco fields. All these crazy people up in Virginia are talking about leaving the United States. They must be suffering from March Madness.
I'm not anywhere near as good at this sort of thing as JMac will be in a little over a century and a half. I don't usually drink coffee when I write but I could use a cup at the moment. Where the Hell is there a Starbucks in this neighborhood, and do they have free wifi in 1859? (There are classmates of my daughter whom I wouldn't trust to answer those questions.)
And damn! I forgot my Daguerreotype Instamatic. You know, the one with the Torch Cube. So no pictures.
Oh Hi, Jan