It has been a couple of weeks shy of a year since the unexpected death of my Father. I have finally had the time and means to travel to his grave site since the burial. Basically, I had not seen his grave, nor his headstone. With some urging from my Saint, we went. Strait from the airport to the grave, and on day three, from the grave to the airport. Military coins and rocks are left on the stones, and rarely tampered with. I have family and friends there, but I just needed to see dad. Next trip, I will go alone so I can linger.



Day Two: I had read about the National Marine Corps Museum but it has been over a decade since I last saw Quantico. Sunday I asked the nephews if they would like to join us. As teenagers, it surprised me when they jumped at the chance. I spent six hours there, and I was rushing to get through. It isn't even finished yet. If you are ever near Triangle Virginia, it is well worth the trip to visit. All of the volunteers that I spoke with were Marines. Male and Female. I may have supported a couple of Birthday Balls with the coinage I dropped at the gift shop. What can I say, a lot of my friends are Marines, I had to get them trinkets.

Me and the Saint on the walking path:


The nephews and I near the entrance:

I know, I have let my hair and gut grow since I got a sweet office job and gave up the brick laying.