The stammering historian

I was over at the Eastport Market the other night buying treats for the Duo and BBQ ribs for my own supper when I ran into a neighbor. We talked about dogs and the economy and raising children. She told me two really good stories about secret siblings lost and found in her family tree. I told her a story about one of the grandchildren of one of my Civil War veterans. We scanned the shelves of rental DVDs, hoping to find something almost as interesting as real life.