For years (decades actually but whose really counting), my wife and I have shared this little joke. Driving stresses me brutally especially in places like NYC, LA, and Houston. I have often quipped that I planned to equip my car with a BOX OF ROCKS so that when people follow to closely I could “toss” a few. (Think about that the next time you follow me at 15 feet off my bumper on the expressway!)

Its an empty threat but when you are stressed, a little gallows humor sometimes helps. I would joke that unless you are really too close, I can’t drive and hit anything. But if you are too close, things just fall (up) from the car.

Imagine her dismay yesterday when the box of flints I ordered arrived. “Yes dear, I’ve always told you I needed a box of rocks. Now I will put them in the car and take them to the next reenactment.” Now I need a box of bigger rocks!

Published by Michael Carver

My goal is to bring history alive through interactive portrayal of ordinary American life in the late 18th Century (1750—1799) My persona are: Journeyman Brewer; Cordwainer (leather tradesman but not cobbler), Statesman and Orator; Chandler (candle and soap maker); Gentleman Scientist; and, Soldier in either the British Regular Army, the Centennial Army, or one of the various Militia. Let me help you experience history 1st hand!

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