The U.S. Capitol, Jamestown, The Smithsonian...Bass Pro Shops

For the past month my nephew Killian has been staying with us. Killian is my sister's son and flew out here from Bend, Ore., in late June all by himself. He's become such a part of Team Sabo I don't even know he's here anymore. He went to church camp with the middle school group from our church and a few of my kids and had a blast. He's made the pilgrimage to Busch Gardens in Williamsburg something like three or four times, he goes to Friday night Bible study with our kids every week (Editor's note: Hasn't the youth Bible study been at our house all month? How would he not go to it? Author's reply: If you want to split hairs, I guess you can. He seems to go of his own free will and not find somewhere else in the house to hang out.) and I see him carrying around Olivia and generally helping out. It's been a pleasure to have him and we'll miss him when he heads home on Tuesday.

As his days here in Virginia are drawing to a close and he thinks about returning to a dry heat, we asked him what he really wanted to do. We have beaches, historic Jamestown and Yorktown, D.C. is a couple of hours up the road ... the sightseeing options are endless. It took Killian about a nanosecond to say what he really wanted to do: Go to a Bass Pro Shops store. Excuse me? Yeah, to one of the Bass Pro Shops. Apparently they don't have these out West. And Killian loves to hunt and fish -- you'd think he was a native of Gloucester, where if you don't hunt and fish you're a dead ringer for an outsider -- and he wants to get a Bass Pro t-shirt for his dad and grandpa. It just so happens there's a shop no more than an hour from here. So we've assured him that we'll make sure he makes the journey to the closest Bass Pro Shops to complete this memorable month in Virginia. If any of our friends out West need anything, now is the time to put in your order. We accept cash, checks and most major credit cards.