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36 Yoder would holler, “That took four years.”

Pop would answer, “I got plenty of time.”

Then Yoder would say, “You’ll need it.”

Yoder would threaten to punch grandpop so hard in the jaw that it would bleach his hair.

Just when it looked like they had to scrap of something, along would come another photographer to take a picture of these two old friends who drummed at each other sixty years ago.

Yoder would shake his skinny knuckles at grandpop and say, “I drummed you out of Virginia.”

Grandpop would retort, “How about Gettysburg?” That would make Yoder plenty mad and he would answer, “How about Bull Run?”

It would look pretty unsettled then, but another photographer would always come up and ask the old boys to pose in one of those friendly enemy pictures with two old foes, now pals. An armistice would be declared until the picture was taken, and then the battle would start right in where it left off.

It was dangerous to try to separate them, because