Lincoln Wept

While driving home, I was listening to the radio. When the show I had on went to commercial, I thought they were playing a parody skit instead - it was supposedly an appeal to overburdened, overtaxed businesses to leave Illinois to go to New Jersey!?!

By the end, it was apparent it was no skit, although it was darkly humorous.

When I got home and opened the newspaper, I saw it was no joke.

Lincoln wept.

Reveling in a simple thing

I was in very early at the office this morning. It was absolutely quiet. I knew it would last only for a short while, but it was an unexpected pleasure. Something rather simple in nature, but I enjoyed all the more for that...

Gramps, or "Why am I not in the Navy?"

Finally got my hands on some pictures of my maternal Grandfather - he was a Navy Officer in WWII:

He stood taller than I do now (this is 1942, I think) and had been a notable figure on the University of Iowa basketball team in the 1930s.

Home on leave with my Mom and one of my aunts (Winter 1943?).

With such a Navy-centric family history, how did I ever end up in the Army? Part of it may have been that I never got to meet Gramps, as he died before I was born. Have to wonder if he had lived, if I wouldn't have gone down to the sea instead.