These are compliments of Paul H.An older man was speeding down the road at 80 mph when he looked in his rearview mirror and saw a Texas Highway Patrol...car coming with its lights flashing and siren blaring. Thinking he could outrun the trooper, the man speeded up to 100 mph. Suddenly, he realized his foolishness and pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.The trooper pulled up, walked up to the car and said, “Sir, my shift ends in 30 minutes and it’s Friday. If you can give me a reason. Such was life. I was going back to about the same time as Sutter and Marshall. It would not surprise me to see those two gentlemen. I was just about ready. All I needed to do was change my clothes, and get into my authentic 1848 clothing. Then I had to get my weapons ready.I had an authentic 1844 US Musket. It was fired with a percussion cap, and shot a 69-caliber ball. I had 100 balls, and wads, with two hundred caps. I had powder for it, and intended to shoot it while in the past.Just for. “I don’t think she’s big enough to tear us apart if my palms get magnetized to some part of your body,” I mused. “She might need help. Do you have anything against Tom?”“Not a thing...”“Hey, Georgette, can I take your picture?” I asked.Georgette shrugged and popped her eyes. “Okay.” I took a pic with my camera phone and attached it to a message that said, “How painfully skinny are we talking here? Are you busy, like, right now?”It took two minutes for the phone to ring. “Greg?”“What do you. Slave I might be, but I still understand honor. Master K signaled the waitress and ordered two more drinks; we talked of all types of things as he watched me, gauging my reactions and responses to the conversation, the food, the drinks, and most importantly, him. We finished our meal; Master K told the waitress we would move to the bar, where we found a small table partially shielded by some type of tall bushy plant. Master K slid the table forward slightly so that I could slide around behind.