Although briefly – I have so much of John’s stuff in my truck: guitars, amplifiers and skis, that I look like a Hank Williams/Jean Claude Killy Oakie heading for California, except that it’s in the other direction, so I’m off to Maine to drop it off. In the meantime, and now that the PC police have won their synthetic campaign to purge the name “Redskins” from the arena, here’s another project for them, found on the highest elevation long the old Federal Highway, in Maryland. The mountain top was so named to honor a slave, Nemesis (no kidding) who was killed fighting redskins in 1750 or so, but what difference, at this point does it make? Mr. Governor, take down this sign!