Saturday, February 03, 2007

The red-haired boy in the window could have been me, a Cub Scout in 1960 practicing flag-waving techniques while my proud, dark-haired mother looks on. I was quite good at flag-waving in my youth, focused more on Bunker Hill and Gettysburg and Normandy than I was on the war in Southeast Asia brewing on the horizon. A lot of us made that mistake.

No comments: