Hotel disaster aside, our stay at Fort
Campbell has been awesome. Well, minus the high and tight haircut the post
barbershop gave Evan yesterday. Wes came unglued and the poor lady finished the
left side of the high and tight in tears. I wasn't there when it happened, or
else I would have probably given my two cents and the whole barbershop would
have gone into lock down mode. After a night of sleep, though, the cut doesn't
look too bad. I think we might be able to continue with life after all.
Bad haircuts and moldy lodging aside, this is
the first military town that I have actually liked, and if Wes is moved here
next fall for a batallion position, I will be happy to make the move. In fact,
I just might give a little happy dance. We spent day three in the downtown
district at a small museum.
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Evan teaches Keagan how
to find Greece on the globe.
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The mall is next on our list. Although that might not seem too
exciting to most, a trip to the mall is like a pilgrimage to Mecca when you
live in the sticks of Georgia. To be able to drive only five minutes and find
all of my favorite stores is so exciting that I have done it every day since we
have been here just so I can savor the bright neon lights.
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