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Having been raised and educated in Virginia, I visited the Lee Chapel at Lexington, Va. some years ago, as a sort of pilgrimage. The moment I entered the chapel I was overcome with emotion, the like of which I never experienced standing before the resting place of other historical figures. I recalled the words reportedly spoken by a lady of Gettysburg who said, as Lee rode past her, "Oh! How I wish he was ours." As I gazed upon the battle flags surrounding the Chapel's ceiling over Lee's resting place I thought, "He was indeed ours."

"Traveler" is buried immediately outside the Chapel. Local school children place sugar cubes and slices of apple for him when they visit.

Interesting coincidence...

When I was a kid, the first horse I owned, was a Quarterhorse named Traveler, minus one of the “L’s”...hehehe

Almost like a dog, that horse would follow me around, off lead, most of the time coming around to me on the correct side seeming to want me to hop up and go take a ride on my grandparents property...

I always wondered, until I found out later in school, why my great-grandfather (The Colonel) told me back then that the horse’s name was Traveler...

Whenever I do ride, I always remember the story, and tend to ride a little higher in the sadle knowing all that...

I often reflect upon which side of the argument folks had back then, what side I would have stood with...I had many years of conflict where I believe the north was right in doing what they did...But later on in my life, with more knowledge adn experience, I believe I would have sided differently...And not our of some southern romantacist notion either...

What happened yesterday has almost totally solidified my position...