Some night's you have to work. That was my Sunday. From the pictures, you can tell what I was up to. And if you know me, you know how much I enjoyed that evening.
There's a new history series, and last night's screening was on World War II. Do you know who would've loved it? My dad. Every minute of it. Every piece of grainy war footage, plane, bomb, and strategy analysis. My reaction was just about the same last night as it was when I was a kid and watched similar movies with my dad -- I squirmed in my seat, looked at my watch, and thought of a ton of other stuff.
Last night I happened to think about today. It's been five year since he died. I love him. I miss him.
But I still can't watch those war movies.