Here in Colorado we went to Mr. TroutBend's dad's house for Christmas day and had a nice time. I think we should do whatever it takes to do it every year until his dad isn't with us any more. After that, although I'm sure there will be good intentions to get together, it will be easy to come up with reasons to not get around to it, especially because there are no small children in that family, no grandchildren.



George is the old guy at the head of the table.

He told us what he did in World War Two:
Enlisted at age 19, he was trained as a bomber mechanic for the Pacific theater, but the atom bomb in Japan ended the war in the Pacific. Instead of letting him go home, he was sent to Europe on a troop ship, and was stationed there for post-war clean up. His job was to run a PX (post exchange). He didn't say this time where that was located, but he's previously talked about going sight-seeing around Europe during his time off, including Lourdes. This time he talked about taking the train, and the tracks were bombed out, so German POWs were rebuilding the tracks ahead of the locomotive, 30 feet at a time.