My daughter and I are making our way towards Pullman on this Memorial Day.
I flew out Saturday to Richmond, by way of Minneapolis (yes, I did use the bathroom, taking great care that my stance wasn't too wide.)
After being away for so long, I'm reminded once again of the history in this part of the country, thick as spiderwebs all around you.
My daughter's apartment, where I spent Saturday night, is near Hollywood Cemetery, where many of the pantheon of the Confederacy are interred.
On our way north out of Richmond, we passed places with names like Fredericksburg and Mount Vernon.
We spent last night in Hagerstown, MD, at the foot of South Mountain by the banks of Antietam Creek. Not far away were the bloody battlefields of Sharpsburg (Antietam to you Yankees) and Gettysburg.
We are about to enter the rolling hills of rural southern Pennsylvania, where we are told folks are bitterly clinging to their guns and their religion.
Talk about your Civil War....