Saturday, March 21, 2009


It was chilling walking the Revolutionary War battlefield in Yorktown today. Nearing the the edge of the York river, I saw two men painting a cannon. I asked if I could help paint. They looked around, then at each other - stunned.

I immediately promised not to fling the paint or slop it onto metal pieces. Finally, the younger one, shrugged his shoulders and handed me his paint brush.
Then, I asked the older man if he would take a picture for me. He agreed, probably thinking it would get me out of their hair faster.

Note: There is a cannon ball stuck in the side of the brick house, between the two windows -It wasn't me - honest!

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