So I spent this year's Christmas in Williamsburg, Virginia visiting my grandfather and he decided he would take us out to see a movie. He's from Roanoke Island, North Carolina so he didn't know where the hell we were. We went around the same pinoak five times before he saw some lights up ahead and decided to get directions. I'm not in the military YET and so when I saw the sign "Camp Peary", which is restricted of course, I went silent. My [step]grandmother kept yelling "CAM!"(his name) everytime she saw a 'do not enter' or 'military property' sign.

My grandpa rolls down his window to smile at three armed guards with their hands on their pistols and he kindly asks where the highway is. They all whispered and were looking in the windows of the Volvo when one told us where to turn down the road. He was actually a rather nice guy considering we were just wearing Converse and Old Navy apparel with an exception of my great-grandfather's dogtags from WWI and II.

Sorry if this is random, but I am bored to tears.