I had to give up running due to a wonky back. So now I walk all around my new city, Waltham, which is my old city, where I grew up. It’s so nice reconnecting with my hometown. So much to see and do, as opposed to the cliquey country towns we spent the last 28 years in.
Anyway, I took a break from watching my gold stocks bleed out and my wife and I took a good, long walk. One of our favorite routes is through a large cemetery right on the Charles River. It’s lovely. I love looking at the oldest graves and thinking about the people and what life was like during their times. Today was special though, because it is Veterans Day.
Here are a couple snaps of the graves of veterans.
Including a gentleman named Arthur D. Atwood, who may or may not be some relation to my wife and her Grampy, Stoughton Atwood, a WWII Naval aviator and hero in the Pacific theater.
Here is Grampy’s uniform, still care-taken by my wife and me.
Happy Veterans Day, vets! And thank you for your service.
As an aside, I talked to the drummer in my old band, Scott, earlier today and shot him a text after I spazzed on wishing him a good Vets Day… Classic Scott, ha ha ha.
You are welcome, I love our free country!
I do too. And I want to keep it that way. Thank you, Mike.
P.S. United States Air Force, 1967 – 1971.
My dad (RIP) tried to join the Air Force, but he did not get in. So he joined the Army (Korean war). It was like, no choice but to enlist. To serve your country.