See this? It’s the Godspeed. It’s one of the three vessels – along with the Susan Constant and the Discovery – that made it across the pond (the other way) to Jamestown a looooong time ago. Whew. Without those folks, I may not even be here.
Yes. I was there. Complete with a bad toenail.
I’ll never let the peeps forget that day. A beautiful day, to be sure, but they dragged me along – with a bad toe – through the hundreds of pairs of not-paying-attention feet and gazillions of bits of food dropped on the ground.
Between you and me, I didn’t mind. Because I was a grrreat Hoover vacula on those streets. Why, I ate so many things off the street I don’t know where to begin.
And I lived, thankfully, to tell about it.
Let’s see…there were bits of oyster fritters, crab cake sandwiches, turkey legs, clam strips, french fries, hushpuppies, fried oysters, hunks of barbeque, popcorn……