Similar to the day before, we went out to paint. This time it was a trailer type thing, with aluminum siding, as well as a home-made particleboard deck. Unlike the one from yesterday, we had to start from the complete beginning, washing, wiping, scraping; the works.
It was a bit hotter, so it was tiring working out in the sun, but since we finished the place, it was well worth it. During our work there, the boy of the owner of the house, named Robert, was “helping” us. He got quite a bit of paint on himself, got us into playing tag with him, and after he resorted to kicking, punching, hitting with broomsticks, and spitting, we carried him indoors.
That night, we all went to the battlefield where we saw the memorial to Custer’s Last Stand. Someone mentioned it would be fun driving an ATV around in there. I don’t disagree.
Interesting story though, Custer was very idiotic, either that or suicidal, which could have justified quite a lot. Solid theories historians have, both. Lots of gravestones. We will miss you Unknown Soldier 14th Regiment.
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