Bob Wright
Hawkeye
I was having coffee with my friend this morning, place called Panera Bread. We were sitting at a little table near the door, when I saw a man wearing a Union Army uniform coming in. Looked like he just stepped out of a Matthew Brady portrait.
"Charles," I whispered in my best stage whisper, "there's a yankee!"
Except for being sober, he was a dead ringer for Gen. U.S. Grant, and lacking a cigar.
Well, come to find out, Grant is his alter ego, and he was doing a history lesson at a nearby St. Mary's Episcopal girls school, something about the battle of Shiloh.
Now Charles was raised down around Tupelo, Mississippi, and in his time made many excursions to Shiloh and is pretty well versed on that set-to. Time did not permit any comparison of stories.
Bob Wright
"Charles," I whispered in my best stage whisper, "there's a yankee!"
Except for being sober, he was a dead ringer for Gen. U.S. Grant, and lacking a cigar.
Well, come to find out, Grant is his alter ego, and he was doing a history lesson at a nearby St. Mary's Episcopal girls school, something about the battle of Shiloh.
Now Charles was raised down around Tupelo, Mississippi, and in his time made many excursions to Shiloh and is pretty well versed on that set-to. Time did not permit any comparison of stories.
Bob Wright