memories of a new years eve
two old farts, one I worked with, brush cut squared away mechanic, the other was the proprietor of a second hand store. Bearded, longhair scruffy looking, slow dancing with each other while bawling their eyes out. Turns out that at the age of 17 they went ashore together at a place called Iwo Jima back in the day.
Any opinions expressed by me are mine alone, posted from my home computer, on my own time as a free American and do not reflect the opinions of any person or company that I have had professional relations with in the past 57 years. meep