It was done by a distant relative who lived in Massachusetts.
Now when people get into doing genealogies they always look for someone famous that they are related to, no matter how distantly.
This man was no different and among the famous people he (allegedly) uncovered as being relatives of ours was one Winston Churchill.
As I remember it he was something like a 15th cousin.
Pretty remote if he was connected at all.
But at a young and impressionable age I seized on this shred of "history" and ever after have referred to him as my cousin Winston.
All of this is to explain why when SWMBO and I visited London back in 1985 I had to have my photo taken with a statue of "my cousin".
I was reading this morning about a head-on train crash in Germany and realized that I had been on those identical tracks on this same European tour.
The crash occurred just west of Rosenheim, about midway between Munich and Salzburg.
We departed a train at Rosenheim and spent the night there.
I remember it as a rainy evening in a somewhat dreary town.
Later I learned that one of Hitler's top generals had hidden out there for a period of time after World War Two.
And finally, for those of you who were disappointed that I didn't show a photograph of those pork ribs we baked the other night . . here you go.
We reheated what we didn't eat Sunday and finished them off Monday.
