Thursday, July 29, 2004

A sense of patriotism lingers on

Today, I drove out to Surry to pick up Andrew from 12 glorious days along the James River at Camp Chanco.  I stopped in Smithfield to pick up a Diet Coke; the cashier, as I was turning to leave, said, "And thank you for all you do."

"Hmm," I thought.  "Oh, right, I'm in uniform."  I'd left Group Hampton Roads, where I'm currently doing a little active duty, in my military-looking ODU.

Some two hours later I'm headed home with mosquito-bitten Andrew riding shotgun when blue lights fill my rear view mirror:  a sheriff's deputy for Isle of Wight.  Perhaps I'd been driving a bit too aggressively.  After running my license and tags he let me go with a verbal warning:  was it the uniform again?

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