A memory
When I was in grade school and we lived in a small town in the Black Hills, on specific Wednesday afternoons some of the kids went to church while the rest of us went to the Veterans Affairs (VA) campus in our town to hang out with some of the veterans there. The program paired one or two kids with a vet, and we did projects and tours and other fun stuff. This was the middle of the 1980s, so these vets were WW II guys, the Greatest Generation. It's strange the memories that come to you when you're not even trying to think of anything. This is one of them. There seems to be a necessary recall going on in my head, the end of which I've yet to see. The VA once tried to arrange for our parents to meet our vets. There was some sort of party that we were all invited to. It was a great idea. I didn't tell my parents about the party. My veteran got upset with me, asked why I didn't invite them, why we didn't go. I just figured he wouldn't understand, so I di...