Saturday, August 2, 2008
There is just something about historical markers that bring out the kid in me! It does not matter where or when I see one, I shriek and holler and beg for whomever to pull to the side of the road so I can at least read the piece of history that has been summarized into a few words. There in molded metal along the highways and back country roads of our nation are pieces and snatches of our past. Here along Route 301 on the property of Fort AP Hill is a marker of infamy.