Where were you on December 7th, 1941? Now I realize that most of our readers were not born until years later. Me, I had been in downtown Detroit at the legendary Paradise Theatre being enchanted by the famous Duke Ellington Orchestra. I was just a kid, 12 years old and as I got near home I jumped off the 2nd Avenue bus and went into a little candy store, The elderly owner of the store was behind the counter and he was crying. He sobbed out the fact that the Japanese had just bombed our fleet at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii and America was going to war. I was so excited that I forgot to buy anything. Isn’t it strange how some events are burned into our memories so deeply that now, 79 years later I have such a vivid recollection of that day?
So what happened yesterday? Who knows? What can you believe?
In all these years I have only written one patriotic song. Check it out above.
No Art wasn’t around for that one, but I am older than google. (that freaks out these young’uns)
The one that gets me is 9-11 it’s like you say etched in, I can remember minute details. And I have the worst memory.