Last evening Joe and I were at his brothers and watching the movie Pearl Harbor on a big big screen tv with surround sound. The scenes of the actual attack were too much for me. I am too sensitive, or too empathic, or soft hearted...to watch let alone be entertained by blood and guts. So I gave him the head signal and thank God he was able to tear himself away to leave.
"A day that will live in infamy", he said as we got into the car.
It made me think of my day of infamy, or should I rephrase to my Date of Infamy/Date of good&evil. It is August 3rd.
Every word of this is true. My first kiss was delivered to me on Aug 3rd by one DA in a "borrowed" red bug volkwagon. Along for the ride is my great gal-pal Gayle. who made out in the back seat with Louie. Both had braces. No lock-up to report. We referred to this as "The Red Bug Day" ever since. Time was negotiated from before the Red Bug Day, to after the Red Bug Day.
I got my drivers license on Aug 3rd.
I had a near fatal accident on Aug. 3rd. I totaled my Pinto and almost totaled myself. Five broken bones, one of which was my jaw. Not the greatest way to lose weight.
I had my daughter Bridget on Aug. 3rd. 2:02am...my Mom to this day thinks B's birthday is Aug. 2nd, but its the 3rd.
I completed my last class at Uof Louisville on August 3rd.
I met Joe on Aug 3rd.
We had a seperation after one major falling out five years later on Aug. 3rd.
So, when Aug 3rd rolls around I pay attention!