Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, writing in the voice of his “greatest detective” character, Sherlock Holmes, presented a tribute to this magnificent natural beauty (read below the photo).

During a brief lull in a criminal investigation (“The Adventure of the Naval Treaty”), Sherlock Holmes took a moment to smell a red rose. The flower, he remarked to his friend Dr, Watson, clearly was evidence of divine beneficence. “Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers,” proclaimed the world’s greatest detective. “All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and colour are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again we have much to hope from the flowers.”
The roses in the photo will assure goodness at our table this weekend.
Note to Brian: get well soon — and welcome to the club. “They” say there are two kinds of helicopter pilots: those who have crashed and those who are going to. You and I are both past that milestone now. I was lucky and walked away from my crash in 1979. Damsel and I hope you keep flyin’ Brian . . . I kept at it and I’m thankful that I did.
Finally, we’re having the traditional American Thanksgiving feast this afternoon, with turkey, mashed taters, green beans with onions and fennel, Brussels sprouts with pancetta, cranberry sauce, stuffing, gravy and pumpkin pie. I have a couple of Sam Adams Winter Lagers on ice and Damsel has a bottle of Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay (a great California Wine).
I cannot imagine eating Thanksgiving dinner in a mess hall. In a foreign country. In a hostile foreign country. Away from family. Away from friends. Away from all I hold dear.
There have been numerous dramas and documentaries about Jack Kennedy’s life and death. Today marks the 43rd anniversary of JFK’s assassination.
Mrs. G just got off the phone with Flyin’ Brian.
Yesterday, Damsel took some great pictures along the shoreline as we drove home from Santa Monica. I liked this shot so much that I wanted to work it into a blog. I looked up some stuff about where we were when she got the picture: