Reflections on Gettysburg

 I’m smoking my Gettysburg pipe this morning and I was reflecting back on my two trips to Gettysburg.  One I made with my wife, when I bought this pipe, and the other with my two sons.  My sons and I went on a ghost hunting excursion.  There is something haunting about Gettysburg.  I would never live there.  My sons and I stayed in an old hotel that was once used as a hospital.  

It was supposed to be one of the most haunted places in Gettysburg, but in all honesty I felt the presence of the dead as soon as we arrived in the town.  I get a different feeling about the place every time I have gone.  I don’t recall where my wife and I stayed, but at four in the morning I woke to an eerie sound coming down the hall through our door.  

Things that go bump in the night don’t bother me, but after a short while the sound stopped and I went back to sleep.  My sons weren’t disturbed.  But nothing about the supernatural frightens me, but then I don’t watch horror movies.  Did we see anything unusual on our ghost walk?  No.  I think there were too many of us.  We went to an old schoolhouse and just kind of stood around in silence.  But it was fun and gave us something to do.  

My one son had a spirit interpreter on his phone and he picked up a few things being said.  There is no doubt the spirits were among us.  But we didn’t see or hear anything out of the ordinary.  So, whenever I smoke my ‘haunted” Gettysburg pipe I’m reminded of Gettysburg.  Today is Thursday and that is the day I smoke this pipe.  It might be appropriate my tobacco is Voodoo Queen.  My coffee this morning is Mt. Comfort.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave