Ya gotta love this picture. In it, my youngest son, Joey is holding his son, Elyas. They're at work. Joey works at Fort St. Jean Baptiste in Natchitoches, LA. He dresses for the work as an 18th Century colonial.
Occasionally the Fort has an encampment and other folks are allowed to dress. Joey took Elyas to work, also dressed as an 18th century colonial. But look what Joey is carrying along with the baby. That's a musket, of course. Joey, being raised in my household, is very familiar with firearms, and exceeding familiar with muzzleloaders. His first rifle was a muzzleloader.
His lovely wife got into the act. She's also a capable shot, wonderful daughter-in-law, serious academic, and sparkling dinner companion.
Actually, this was Joey's last day at work. On Friday, he graduates from The Normal, and they're heading to St. Augustine, FL, where she has a job in the Archaeology Department for the city of St. Augustine.
Which reminds me. I've got to buy a brisket and a Boston butt for the graduation party. PawPaw's on the hook for the barbeque.