Sharing the sofa
This week we’re sitting with a dog. Not ours. This one lives with the neighbors up the road and as they have decided to go on a short road trip we are sharing the sofa and the bed and the potato chips. Always the potato chips. He seems not to care about the flavor. And we spend some time watching documentaries. I do that a lot. Have for most of my life because it’s one way to get a handle on history. Today that time from before my birth which the West called the blitz. London in war. I have seen a number of documentaries but this was the first to cover a particular topic. Local greed. Can you say black market and government malfeasance and looting? Those are also a part of war. I know letting almost a century pass allows people to have a more rational view of what happened. It was not all keep calm and carry on despite what you see on the T-shirt. I have not known war but it is interesting to see how things have gone when mankind forgets to be civilized. Sometimes the enemy is right down the street. No matter. A little the wind is blowing a Gale I am comfortable. I have the blue eyed guy beside me and if I get more potato chips he will share those as well his part in the bigger picture. Sometimes you have to watch history. Reading is not enough. And I did learn that some things happen that are silly. Like flying an airplane with a big bright light on the nose while trying to elude the enemy.
