Old-fashioned ages really well. Something new, something shiny, never has the same stories to tell. So as I was back in Ohio, digging around my dad’s basement, an Annin flag from the 1960’s caught my eye. The flag had belonged to my grandparents before they passed, and now it hangs, with pride, in the GORUCK …
Still in our 48th state of the summer, we unwound with a hose shower (with a hell of a view), a fire pit, beers with a local flare, collecting so-called ‘hitchhikers’ (seen gathered on java), and off the grid power – at the center of it was Chris, an old friend who seems to have it all figured out in his own kingdom at the top of the hill.
