I've often been asked about the name of my blog. The blog's title roughly translates to: there's no horse too dead to beat. This comes from an old and cherished family tradition of never finishing any discussion, to wit: what Aunt Florence did to or with Uncle Harold's leather coat in 1937, how Roosevelt (that's FDR, not TR) sold Poland to the communists (actually it was Churchill), or whether Nixon was just plain evil or really, really evil pop up on occasion. Any and everything is fair game.
All these discussions are part of who we are, and happen during large family get togethers. Newcomers are expected to join in what might be considered the family sport. The result is normally a chuckle caused by a memory of someone still loved and missed. Before any of us gets too misty eyed, someone says "whose deal" and we get back to engaging in the other family tradition of a friendly, but aggresive game of cards. Every once in a while, for grins and giggles, someone will set someone off for sport, like saying "Beck's" to a certain unnamed relative or telling another that China is our friend.
No horses are involved in this blog. It is a figure of speech. Welcome to the discussion, We'll keep a chair open for you.
I can't imagine a post without a picture, so here's one of Pat and me.