Traipsing Along: Biscuits and Gravy . . . and machetes

I took a weekend road trip to Wilkes County to visit Grandma. There I was stuffed full of good food (I didn't protest too much), lay around on the couch, had a good conversation about gayness, and walked to the falls at Stone Mountain. The funniest part of the weekend was learning that my Grandma owns a machete. She mail-ordered it in '81. Just because she always wanted one. When Luke (cousin) and I asked her why this was the case, she said she wasn't sure but maybe because she'd always like pirates. Hilarious!

This only came up in conversation because on the news, a murder trial was being discussed. A man killed his wife in self defense, after she attacked him with a spear. Luke and I couldn't get over the spear- why in the world would anyone have a spear? My Grandma kept saying that it was because they were fighting in the garage or workshop- and again Luke and I asked, but why would she have a spear? Such an odd, random weapon to have. A sword, not so weird. Numchucks even (is that how you spell that?). But a spear? I don't get it. So then Grandma says you never know what people have, and that we would be surprised to learn she has a machete. She then went and dug it out of one of the bedrooms, where it was wrapped in 2 flat cardboard boxes, getting a little rusty. It could put a hurting on someone, if you could get it out before you were killed.