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It was the Old West that first called to me. Specifically, the Colorado Rockies, mountain men, ghost towns, and old abandoned silver mines.
Most summers when I was a kid, my dad would take me on camping trips far up into the Rockies, and maybe that speaks to the why. Something about being there and seeing it, firsthand. In person. We'd go places that most tourists wouldn't see, including, I'm sure, more than a few places that we weren't supposed to go. You'd have to have known my dad.
I have a saying about the war that I sometimes use to poke my Eastern Theater friends:
The East was a beast, but the best was out West!
I like to use the same phrase about the NBA, mainly because it's fun. (Go Thunder!)
But if you ever want to stir up a good war-based argument on something other than The Cause, try tossing out something about how the Eastern or Western theater was the "most important" theater of the war.
Then sit back and watch the fun, and maybe join in ju
It rained during the afternoon. That's one of the things I remember from twenty years ago today.
Dozens of us had been standing in line for a few hours by that point, and the wait would end up being a few more hours yet. The small strip-mall where the blood donation center was located fortunately had a covered walkway. Those of us already underneath tried to scoot a little closer together so the ones further back might have a some cover. The line was already starting to stretch around the corne
Today is July 4th, and as we're often told, the date marks an important turning point in American history. Pardon? No, not that turning point, back in 1776. Yes, that one was a fairly big deal too, I'll grant you. But the one I'm talking about is said to have taken place in 1863, with the retreat of the Army of Northern Virginia following the three-day battle of Gettysburg. According to tradition in fact, this was the biggest of big turning points in the American Civil War.
Only one minor probl
For as long as I can remember, my preferred way to visit a battlefield park has been on foot. If you really want to experience a battlefield park - not just see it but experience it - tramping around on foot is the only way to go. In the past my typical tramping gear would usually consist of me, my camera, my camera bag, and however many books, magazines, and snacks I could cram into the bag and into my pockets. The suddenly homeless camera would be slung over one shoulder with the over-stuffed
Okay, so maybe I'm a hypocrite.
That thought occurred to me as I was sitting at a traffic light the other day. The light was slow, the radio was off, and nothing else was going on, so my mind did what it does best and started to wander. For some reason it wandered on over to Gettysburg, and ended up at their new visitors center.
I've not been there in person yet.....well, except for the wandering mind thing....but I've seen pictures and read up on it some. Mighty spiffy-looking place. But when
Today marks the 149th anniversary of the second day of the two-day battle of Antietam.
And chances are, you just did a double-take. Being that Antietam was only a one-day battle.
But that's exactly my point. Today should be the anniversary of the second day of what should have been the two-day battle of Antietam. The fact that it isn't can be attributed to one man - George B. McClellan. And the fact that it nearly was a two-day battle instead of a one-day battle can also be attributed to one m
The main thing I remember from ten years ago today is the disbelief I felt. I flipped on the TV that morning and there on the screen was this image of a building with this big, oddly-shaped smoking hole in the middle of it. Instead of hearing about what the weather was supposed to be like that day or who won the Monday Night Football game that I was too tired to watch the night before, I'm standing there looking at what I'm suddenly hoping is nothing more than a terrible accident. It was, of cou
I've never had a blog before. So this is a first for me. Blogs seem to be all the rage these days, and I've read some here and there on various things. Some are darn good, others, for me at least, not so much. But starting one of my own never really held any great interest for me. Yet here I am, writing a blog. Go figure.
Maybe it's the timing. I recently got my first-ever smartphone, which is a great deal smarter than I am by any measure. But it's pretty fun to use, even if it will be close to