Moving On

Finished P.J. and I think that about all that can be said is that he grew up, got a job, gained weight, fathered children and morphed into a republican.

There was a copy of Betty McDonald's The Egg and I in a box of books I was working through this past weekend. It's supposed to be a humorous look at egg ranching in Washington State, but scenarios of wifey washing dishes while hubby sits backs and smokes after both have spent the entire day building/plowing/whatever-farm-work make me wonder why she stayed.

I need to get back to the Alexander Hamilton bio I was working on, but I'm not sure where I left it. Somewhere in the office I think. Slogging through explanations of the development of the American financial systems is not quite what I expected, I thought he was supposed to have had an interesting personal life. You don't get shot at dawn at Weehawken by Burr for messing with the currency systems. Do you?