Recently yahoo posted a rare piece of footage on it's news platform. It was film from the mid 20's and in it there was a woman who appeared to be talking on a cell phone. It was called "Time Traveler Caught on Film" and it was interesting to say the least. And so since this whole time travel thing seems to be coming unraveled I have a slight confession to make.
Not long ago I was doing some reading, and decided something had to be done. So I borrowed a reinforced Chevy blazer, and several AKs and Mac 10s from a friend. I filled her up with gas and ammo. I picked up my pals Bill Murgan, Jerry Ford, Bill Baker, and ironically Jim Hoffman, our high school drama coach. We all loaded into the Blazer and we were off. We found a nearby time space/continuum wormhole and we drove into it. I was at the wheel and it was hard to concentrate with Hoffman constantly asking where Scott Morey and Bob Jackson were.
We got to the other side and my calculations were correct. We parked up in some trees far above Cemetery Ridge in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. It was July 3rd, 1863. We spent about 45 minutes up in the trees with our long range superior weapons and none were the wiser. Let's just say we made the little "Pickett's Charge" thing go away.
We got back into the Blazer and drove in silence all the way home. That is, except for Hoffman chattering on and on about "Barefoot in the Park"... sheesh he can be annoying. We all arrived safely back about an hour after we left and history was altered forever.
Not that we're looking for anything special, but next time you see Bill, Jerry, Bill, and Jim, or me... hey, buy us lunch, or at least a drink. Dang, we preserved the union after all. Is a drink really to much to ask?
