It is Dec.7, 2012. It was 71 years ago today that Japan bombed Pearl Harbor in Hawaii and we declared War. No, I don’t remember the day because I was only 20 months old. It did affect my life. My Dad went to war. My Uncle Bob went to war. My early life was influenced by people coming and going to war and then the “relief” after the war. So today as always, I pay my gratitude to all those who protected our nation. There aren’t many left.
Today across the nation, movie theaters are showing the documenatary “Honor Flights”. It is the tribute to World War II veterans and their pilgrimage to Washington D.C. to see the World War II memorial. It is supposed to be very “moving”.
For many, Dec.7 is one of those days where people can tell you exactly where they were when they heard the of the bombing. The earliest date that I can remember that shocked me was when John F. Kennedy was shot in Dallas in 1963. I was having a noon fish lunch at the VFW hall in West Allis, Wisconsin. The “hall” was stunned. So to all my faithful readers, do you remember where you were Dec.7, 1941? Wait, that means you would have to be at least 80 years old. Nobody reads my “stuff” who is 80.
A belated Happy birthday to Grandson Mitchell. He turned 15 on Dec.5. That is the same night St. Nick comes. Does that mean his birthday gift gets tainted by the St. Nick offerings? I hate when that happens.
The Green Bay Packers play this Sunday night, maybe in a snowstorm. Early weather predictions are from light snow to 6 inches. I was offered 2 tickets to the game (at $92 per pop). Yeah, right. I’m going to sit in 30 degree weather, heavy falling snow and windy conditions. Really!
Enjoy the season.
Love
Dad