Quote Originally Posted by Riverkilt View Post
My favorite ancestor was a guy who had a farm in upstate New York during the war of 1812. When the British came marching down the road past his farm house he grabbed his musket, went out on the front porch, and ripped off a round into the then passing platoon of Redcoats.

That Redcoat platoon then turned and ripped off everything they had into him. Instantly rendered him into "Swiss cheese" and ended his life on Earth. Fortunately he'd left some children.

Don't know that humans change much...most of my other ancestors, and I, often display the same "not well thought out" behavior.

Good thing there are no kilt stores near me...I'd walk in and shout..."I want one of everything!"

Ron

I love those kind of stories Ron! I don't know whether to life or what! Hot-headness runs rampant in my family lineage as well.

Quote Originally Posted by Riverkilt View Post
Good thing there are no kilt stores near me...I'd walk in and shout..."I want one of everything!"
Ron
You, I, and a good chunk of the rest of the rabble!