On Independence Day, we took the children to the local town fair to see what they had to offer. The Battlefield City Park, which now works in Trail of Tears into its name somewhere, had a band, some food stands, a number of inflatable bouncy-house kinds of things, a couple of politicians under tarps, and a guy twisting balloons.
But if you think he was making giraffes and doggies, you’re in the wrong corner of the state, brother.
If I am not mistaken, that’s an M1836 flintlock pistol and a Thompson M1928A1.
