Yesterday my son had a baseball tournament at Gettysburg College, which is almost an hour away from my home. He had three hours between games and the weather was extremely nice, so we had a quick lunch and went to the battlefield. There is actually an "auto tour" where you can drive around the field and stop at various monuments and such. We parked the car and while overhearing a tour guide telling a group of tourists how the South first approached Gettysburg from the hill behind us, my son and I got the same idea. We went to the hill and sprinted down the field. Of course, I finally caught up to him when he was almost a mile from our starting point. I was gassed and thought I was about to be the last casualty of the war..
