Oh, I Forgot about the Crosses!

I forgot to tell y’all why I will be returning to Dover in the very near future, even though you could measure my interest in Civil War battlefields on an inch worm and still have almost the whole worm left over. So, there we are, pulling out of the national cemetery–home of dead people–and we turn left to go into the old part of town and there is a little church cemetery with wooden crosses! I tried to get the Butcher to stop, but he would not.

But you know I’m going back there.

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