I spent some time this past weekend with my paternal grandparents in Boone. And, as usual, it involved several opportunities for my grandfather to tell me a story from the past.

This time around, one of his tales was about the marksmanship of one of his cousins, who had returned home from World War II just before my grandfather was leaving for college. They had gone out to the edge of my great-grandfather’s Nebraska farm and the cousin was shooting holes in quarters that he would toss into the air.

The story was short and didn’t really have any deeper message to it. He was reminded of it while watching one of his favorite programs on television. But it was still a very nice story, and I enjoyed listening to it.