HoF prefers this photo for our anniversary
The second Jones reunion took place at Lake Zurich which didn't bear much relation to its namesake. There were fewer of us but it was still a joy to meet more cousins.
A surprising (to us) number of cousins are in to hunting. It explains something about Americans and guns, and incidentally, shows Sarah Palin is not a rarity. Guys and gals both like to go and hunt deer, pheasant and wild turkeys. My English cousin Betty remembers going poaching with her brother who was famous for his skills. I had always thought he did it for the domestic pot, but apparently there was a dealer who came to the end of the lane to exchange cash for game.
We are glad to be home. The acres of 'temples to shopping' which connect the suburbs were dispiriting and although we saw a variety of scenery it is in such large swathes and on usually straight roads that the impression can be monotonous. In England, every wonderfully twisty corner of the road brings a new view, and round here anyway it's of 'uppy-downy' countryside as the Irish cousin says. I reckon we live in the best place in the world. For now anyway.
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