Monday morning dawned clear and sunny but a tad chilly, in the 30s. I'm using my little electric space heater to save propane for when not plugged in. I checked, first thing, to see if Lincoln might be under the rig, I call every time I open the door, just in case; no Lincoln response, again. Hopefully at least a couple of the animal shelters will be open today, Veterans Day, so if I find him I can head out tomorrow. If not I'll stay a couple more days, I think.
7PM: Nope nothing yet. I did post about 30 signs around the park with contact info and I checked with three shelters; none was open today. I've signed on here at the Park until at least Wednesday and will head out to shelters tomorrow.
Veterans Day Thoughts and Memories
I'm at 'Army brat' and I'm sure most know what that means. I guess my history is just a little different than many, in that Dad was almost 40 when I was born, quite elderly for beginning with his first-born. His military life began at the age of 16, when he fibbed to the recruiter that he was 18 and entered the Navy. I suspect that 'fib' would be a little more difficult to get away with when enlisting these days. Unfortunately, I don't know too much about his experiences in the Navy, except that he was assigned to a ship and did circumvent the globe during his four years of service. And, I don't know why he left the Navy, but what I do know is that he went, almost directly, and enlisted (legally) in the Army. I have to assume that, even at that age, military life was attractive to him.
During the peace time between the Wars, the Army educated Dad in business, accounting and finance and he became a CPA; his military assignments were mostly involved in managing the Army's payroll, etc.
I was born in San Francisco in 1943, right in the middle of WWII; Dad was stationed for a short time at the Presidio there, right next to the Golden Gate Bridge; then, my brother, Jim, was born in August of 1944 in Monterey, California. However, Dad was again in the Pacific and didn't meet his son until he was several months old. Mom drove back and forth across the country to be either where he was leaving from or where he would be returning; we did a lot of moving but I don't have many recollections of that time. He returned to the States for good in Spring 1945 and retired from the Army, the first time, in 1948.
In 1951, he went back on active duty during the Korean War and I do remember that time without my dad. His 30-year retirement, the final one, occurred after Korea and, although my folks were both easterners, we settled in Campbell, California where Dad worked for the Post Office.
But, never did he let retirement or civilian life deter him from his belief that the way of the military was the perfect way. He bounced a quarter on my bed many mornings to assure himself it was made properly. I stood behind my chair ("Attention!") at the dining table until given permission to seat myself for dinner. I could go on, but will save some stories for another post. Suffice it to say, I've always been aware of Veterans and all they give to protect our Freedom in this wonderful Country of ours.
Happy Veterans Day to all veterans. We appreciate and thank you.
On another subject.....
I received this from a good friend in Marin County, California, where I most feel at home .....
21 Reasons Marin County is THE Most Beautiful County
Didn't take any photos today, so enjoy Marin!