
Happy Veterans Day.
Speaking as an old-fart I've got a lot of good memories from Veterans Day.
First, It's my brother Evans birthday. He's now an old-fart too - 46 years old.
When we were kids, he always got a parade on his birthday.
It was am important holiday still in the 60's.
Not only was the bank and the post-office closed, but so was everything else. Our town had two gas stations, and only one would stay open.
Every town had a soldiers monument, and the VFW would have a parade, and they would drop a wreath into the Turkey River to honor the Navy & Merchant Marine Vets.
The men who belonged to the VFW would squeeze into their Korea War uniforms, and much to our amazement as kids they were not businessmen or neighbors, they were soldiers, marching in step.
You held your chest out, everybody took off their hat, and you were proud to be an American.
Thank a veteran today if you can.
I'm going to call my little brother, and welcome him to the old-farts club -










