I’ve been wanting to write this entry all day, but, as sometimes happens, my internet service was out of commission. Thanks to Chris, the weekend wrangler, pet-sitter and computer wiz, here we go.
These past few days, I’ve seen veterans around town, selling the familiar red poppies. Many of them are my dad’s age, part of the Greatest Generation–you know, the one that saved the world? It touches me to see these people, still serving, still proud, even after all these years. These are the folks who helped to liberate Europe, who landed on Iwo Jima and other Pacific islands,