Think on, oh McClellan clan of my grandfather, of the coat of arms which is one of those featuring a disembodied head on a spike. Nowadays we do not wish to think too deeply of these gory things, but 500 years ago it was the head of a criminal executed and tossed at the feet of King James, who by virtue of this feat of law enforcement thus raised the McClellan ancestor to knighthood as Lord Kirkcudbright (a title that went extinct in the 19th century), although several conflicting versions of the story have been circulated, whether the man executed was a black man or a gipsy, a criminal or a hapless traveler.
Someone was bringing to my attention something about Tinker, a high school classmate and/or art teacher, how she thinks that her ancestor was that spiked head, and how she wants to carry out her vendetta against the McClellan clan, whom she believes had cruelly maltreated her family 500 years ago.
This is alarming news to hear, that such a vendetta of 500 years ago would find a hearing in this modern world where no one can remember anything about that, although I cannot speak for the clan people of Scotland.
Tinker wants to return serve the spiked head, using me as her punching bag. Obviously I am not going to cooperate with that scheme. Needless to say.
Yes, why is Sam Houston always having a snit? Was that a matter of Tennessee schooldays and pre-Civil War ramblings, or does that have deeper roots in the annals of Scotland? To even try to answer these questions would strain my resources beyond measure. Needless to say.
