A Walk In Gettysburg

Some photos from a recent stroll down Hancock Avenue in the Gettysburg battlefield. (All photos are compliments of my wife except, of course, for the one with her in it).

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Conversation with a 5-Year-Old in McDonald’s

I stopped in McDonald’s in Gettysburg the other day to get a quick drink and found myself standing in line behind a mother and her 5-year-old son (he looked to be about 5).

While his mother ordered, the boy kept turning around and looking at me. Finally he got up the nerve to speak. It went something like this:

KID: Sir, are you a health inspector?

ME: No, I’m sorry, I’m not.

KID: ‘Cause you look like a health inspector.

ME: Really? I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you.

At this point he turned back toward his mother but kept throwing me furtive glances. As they waited for their food, he once again turned my way, arms at his side, looking up at me.

KID: Sir, are you a health inspector’s sidekick?

ME: You sound like health inspectors are superheroes. Maybe I should be one.

Hey, maybe I missed my calling.