Things You Didn't Know

Melissa was a good shot. A really good shot. She was an ace with a 9mm. She hit a bull’s eye at 50 yards the first time she ever fired a black-powder rifle. Back when we were at UK, some of us used to go shooting Friday evenings after we’d eat at Sam’s Truck Stop in Georgetown. She’d skunk us all.

She didn’t like my .30-06, too much kick. She liked her grandfather’s varmint rifle, a .22-250. We loosely talked about getting her one, but never did.

She liked football, especially the Bengals.

You start to think—liked hunting, shooting, football, eating at truck stops and Waffle House, we were peas in a pod.