Of the 59 hours I was gone, over 25 were spent in a vehicle driven by somebody who has a "road rage" tag on his blog. The trip was never boring, I can say that much. The stream-of-consciousness that at times just fell out of my blogfather's mouth was staggering. And entertaining. And I learned a few new compound words.
All the nice things people say about this event and group of people are true!
I got to meet Maj. L. Caudill, USMC (Ret) in the flesh. And he fired my Brown Bess.
|This was a great idea. Muskets get messy.|
|"That's not a bayonet ..."|
Sweet Daughter was brought along to the thrift shop to help pick out the victims. Clifford (we both HATED the TV show) obligingly erupted stuffing when shot, but the scary doll with the dead eyes and bunny rabbit nose JUST WOULDN'T DIE.
So, time to run them through with a bayonet charge. The doll ended up skewered right through the head, and Clifford?
|" ...pour encourager les autres"|
Maybe somebody will bring a flamethrower next year, and we can kill it for good.