I'm very lucky she didn't throw the thing in the trash. She had that kind of scorn in her.
Something that occured to me was she had no reverence for the effort her Grandfather had made to get the piece home, or what he had to do when he got to Europe. She knew nothing of his unit, where he had been and fought, what years, or when he came home. The sum total of what she knew about the Halifax was it was his for her whole life, and she couldn't get it out of the house fast enough.
I didn't know the guy, and I was sad for him, at the hands of the ungrateful spawn I'm sure he suffered with.
I've got to find a Red state to go live in. I love taking advantage of a liberal from here, but, jeez, it is a pain in the ass living among them.
Best,
Ted
