This is the day after
Thanksgiving and I am in Amesbury visiting my son and his mate who bought a house here. It is a town with old mills that have been restored and the water that that powered these mills rushes by and under them. It is a beautiful sight and I wonder why the rushing water can't be used now to make electricity . It makes me ponder what it must have been like in the days when these large buildings were in use. What is progress and what is time?