A Son Story, or maybe a Jeep Story. Also with Knives.
(Definitely a Son Story.)
This guy, my second-oldest, living an hour away...
... has been painting these guys...
... and we'd been actively talking about getting back to the Gettysburg battlefield together, looking for a When. I'd taken the kids often when we were all younger, but it had now been years.
Then?
This guy, my oldest, currently stationed in CA...
... showed up in my PA kitchen, as a Surprise (!!!!!!!!!):
(actual footage, taken through my tears)
... and I took a sudden day off, and the top off my already doorless Jeep, and dragged the backseat back in...
(before)
... and my oldest son and I gathered up Son II and headed to Gettysburg and had one of the best days we've ever had together. OF EVER.
We reserved a tour with a Licensed Battlefield Guide, an older gentleman who upon arriving at the Jeep stopped and asked, "This is your car?" (Yes.) "This is the vehicle we're taking?" (Yes.)
Pause.
"Cool!"
(from the site where Reynolds fell.)
A perfect vehicle for our perfect day, the open views and ease of access and the part where it's just way freaking cool and I finally got to share that with [two of] my guys. I so loved riding along with my mangrown sons, my oldest driving, in my Jeep. It was an integral part of everything great about our day. [Stuff alone can't fix anyone's life, but the right stuff at the right time? Oh, can it make a sweet difference.]
Son II and I hopped in and out of the back all day. His footprint:
Pennsylvania Men:
Knife content, or: what I had in my pocketses:
My beloved barlow broken in right proper by
@Modoc ED, a Fiddleback Forge Stubby Muk (the WLST® of fixed blades
) and the rotten banana #14 that Bob Andrews (
@rma100) surprised me with a few weeks before he died and that I've carried, gutted, ever since. (
@Jack Black, nothing else will come close to my 'knife of 2017', so there you have it.)
Signs in the Visitor Center/Museum indicated that no weapons were allowed on the premises; fortunately, my pocket tools and I went in, through, and about without incident. (I was prepared to run back to the Jeep and stow 'em, if need be.) I loved having knives that mean so much to me along for this memorable ride, literal and metaphorical.
Further knife content: the entire day and my ongoing (re)reading have led directly to my newest Fiddleback, the bolstered Oreo Esquire, because
this is exactly how my brain works:
I'm thankful beyond words for the day with my young men, for them, and for how everything came together.
~ P.