Guy out to get me.

Before I begin this post, let me tell you that we passed the 1,000 mi. when we arrived in Gettysburg; I forgot to mention it earlier. Also, the vehicle we rented for awhile was a Ford f-150. We used it around camp. After playing at the pool for a long time, Rebecca and I changed into regular clothes. Then, we went out to eat lunch at 2:00. We walked into "Square Cafe and Grille" and a man with blue eyes and an orange beard stepped out to meet us.

"You can sit anywhere you like."

When seated, Dad asked, "So is this all owned by one person?"

"Yes. In the other room is a bakery, and the other a coffee shop."

"Cool," I said with a smile.

Dad and Mom started looking around for something to look at (like a menu) when the man said nervously, "Oh, right, menus! I'll get that right now" He scurried away and came back with four menus. He placed one by Dad, one by Mom, one by Rebecca and then he returned back. What! What happened to my menu! I know it's just a little thing, but did he do that on purpose? I let it slide and looked at Dad's (I was sitting next to him), but it then it got worse.

Rebecca and I got milk. Mom water. Dad diet coke. When given these drinks, Mom and Dad seemed satisfied. I was too, until I drank my milk. It tasted kind of sour. This was strike 2.

I found the chicken salad wrap on the menu, so I thought about ordering it. The man came back with a notepad. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I believe we are." (That was Dad)

"I'll have the salad," Mom said.

"French onion soup for me," Dad confirmed.

"Those are both great choices. And you?" he asked pointing to Rebecca.

"Mac n' cheese?"

"Well, that is a side, but I guess you can have it as a meal."

"Thank you," Mom said. "We really appreciate it."

"What about you?" It was finally my turn.

"I'll have the chicken salad wrap."

"Oh, I'm sorry. We had them all prepared, and then we were packed earlier today, and so, we ran out."

"No matter," Dad said. "Andrew, try the crab cake sandwich, it's really good."

"Is it?"Mom asked.

"Oh yes, I'm part owner, and so I've tried everything on the menu. It's a great choice."

I guess I'll have the crab cake sandwich then." That was the biggest mistake on this trip.

Later, all of the meals were taken out. First Mom, then Dad, and after that Rebecca. Then me. It was a crab cooked on a croissant, which tomato, a pickle and lettuce. It looked very good.

And it was. It was very satisfying. I'm sure the other meals (Mom, Dad and Rebecca) were good too.

When we left, Dad said we were going to check out what was at Gettysburg. We weren't gonna do any of it, but we were going to check it out. Down the road, I felt sick to my stomach. I was crying (I don't know why) and a was breathing heavily. Mom noticed.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I... um.. don't feel good," I managed with a weary, croaky voice.

The next 30 min. are a blur. I remember stopping at a pharmacy, buying a water, sitting in the front seat with a blanket over me, and going to some car dealership to get our jeep back. They fixed it!

We DID check out Gettysburg, but I couldn't give you a description. I will today.

When back at the RV, I went to bed in Mom and Dad's bed, and slept for two hours. When I woke up, some people we met from the pool were conversing in our RV. I had missed all the fun! They stayed a little longer and I had fun. I had a very INTERESTING day. And I don't think I'll forget it anytime soon.

What I don't understand is, why was that guy picking on me? Did he single me out? Is he a bounty hunter? A psychopath? A mass murderer? Is my imagination getting to me? I believe it is the latter. I am 11, aren't I?

I'm sure it was just a coincidence. I'll just forget it.

Learning about the battle of gray and blue,

Andrew.