Today’s random photo:
Last year after my mother died, my brother, sister, and I were going through a footlocker filled with random things of hers and my father’s. We collected three bullets. Though my father never had a weapon at home, being Army infantry, he obviously had guns. No idea what the story with the bullets is.
I sent them to my gun guy (Jess’s father-in-law), and he removed the powder for me. I don’t know what I’ll do with them now–probably eventually give them to some Cochrane grandchild.
The only thing that really alarms me about any of this is that I remembered and quoted a Lynyrd Skynyrd song title. You can take the girl out of the South…