So far 2020 has been a difficult year. Thanks to a global Pandemic, we, here in the USA, have gone from having the best economy in the history of our nation, to having massive un-employment.
Incredible restrictions to our personal liberty have been imposed on us because of the pandemic, and, as if that isn’t enough, here in the USA, we have suffered through two months of social protest, led by violent anarchist groups.
It has put everyone on edge, and understandably so.
Because of the pandemic restrictions, most of this year’s re-enacting and rendezvous shooting events were cancelled…most, but luckily, not all of them. Which was a good thing for me, because, at a recent event, I was reminded that we are still good people, even if the news we are fed tries to show us the worst in people.
Last Wednesday, I was away at a small rendezvous. The first day, while making a run into town, I broke the 4WD linkage assembly on my truck. It was raining, and my truck was stuck at the bottom of a steep, greasy hill…naturally, the camp was at the top of the hill, now inaccessible to my truck.
This could have been a disaster that ruined my trip, but, Guy Kroll, the event organizer swung into action the next morning, and hooked me up with a repair shop that was just a mile away. My friend Larry Gipson drove there with me to drop off the truck, and he brought me back to camp.
Despite the vehicle difficulties, I had a great time at the rendezvous.
Unfortunately, the repair shop had to order a whole new linkage assembly, which won’t be delivered until this week. I planned to just live in my camp until it was ready on Thursday. But the weather forecast got grim, with Hurricane, now Tropical Storm, Isaias taking direct aim at my camp.
My son Rob, was worried about the storm, and he offered to drive up to get me after he finished work on Sunday. It was a five-hour round trip for him, and I hated to put that on him after a long day at work. But he insisted on coming, and I really appreciated it.
We got most of my gear loaded into his truck, but there wasn’t enough room for everything. So, the tent and fly are still up, to shelter the gear I left in camp. I’ll get it when I pick up my truck.
We got to my house at around 9PM, by 10 PM we had the gear stowed, and all I wanted to do was shower and go to bed. Poor Rob still had nearly an hour drive to get home.
I am lucky to have good kids, and Rob is an all-around great guy.
In times like these, it is easy to get a little discouraged with humanity in general.
But, all the help I got this weekend…from Guy, from Larry, from my son, and from everyone in camp, who offered to stock me with food and supplies for the extended stay…it makes me realize that there are a lot of good people in the world. It’s just that the bad ones get all the press.