We're still finding artifacts... they're cutting
into the limestone now... so much rain that the
hillsides have slidden in some sections. Just
yesterday I was looking at the machinery working
along Washington Street and the crews were sifting
thru the dirt.
I'd LOVE to see and talk to that ghost.
I talk to my Capt and Colonel all the time.
Even have a bottle of Old Charter 10 year old
and a box of expensive cigars upstairs in their
armoire. Husband told me tonight, to go buy
them a wooden rocking chair each from Cracker Barrel tomorrow.
He has commissioned an oil painting from
the old photograph of both men we obtained
from the historian/curator of the Military Park.
Once finished and framed, it shall hang on
the wall of the foyer next to the grandfather clock.
I am so dang thrilled and honored to be here.
Maybe you can tell?
Those paintings are a very good idea.
I look forward to seeing them myself one day.