WW2 Vet, Rosie the Riveter and my @#$%ing Knee

I did a day with Boeing Historical Archives, which is to say that I am in awe of the human effort that went into strangling the German Reich and the Imperial Empire of Japan. It was a talking head of a historian and then two talking heads of regular folks who gave up some of their youth tho rid the world (temporarily) of fascism. One 89 year old man who had flown 30 missions in a B-17 over Germany as a pilot, his own brother a POW in Germany below him. One interview was a woman who at 92 was a stand up comedian and had been on the production line for Boeing during the war.  It was strangely life affirming to hear their stories as rambling and disjointed as they were.  They asked where they were when they heard the war was over: the pilot told the storie that he was in St. Paul MN being trained on B-25s when he heard: he recalled his room mate had a girl in their room and he was stuck in the hall without his shoes. He laughed as hard as any college freshman. He also went to Montana State.

Go Bobcats.

The worst thing about today is I screwed up my left knee again. It was almost to the point where I couldn't walk. I came home and iced it (Netflix "Ip Man") I have another big job tomorrow. I will hobble through it.