I am off to travel to the Serpent Mound. It is a very odd sensation. It seems every time I blink, I am either back there again, or I find myself hanging ornaments on the Christmas tree. Time speeds by much too quickly of late.
I really wish I could have followed Rosemarian’s and Elena’s Timeline in Coffee with Thunderbolts for 2012 for being at the Serpent Mound, but it simply did not work out that way. Perhaps, that was for the best. Who knows? I might have become Il Patriarca’s next victim if I had shadowed them. At least I have a new book on the Serpent Mound to enjoy by Ross Hamilton called Star Mounds: Legacy of a Native American Mystery