Memorial Thoughts on a Rainy Day

.....I did not write a post for this blog on Memorial Day because it would have been too difficult for me.  There is no point in explaining why that is to anyone.  But it was a rather weird epiphany for me to think that if, like many other brothers, I did not make it back to live my life, none of my children would exist and neither would their children.  And that is why I sign my e-mails as the "original Ross."  Silly, isn't it.  Barbara Ross would most likely be married to some other guy rather than to Joel, and I don't think her offspring would be called Hannah and Adam.  And Adam's new bride, Tucky, as she is called might be married to a Thai boyfriend.  Incidentally, Tucky's given name is "Apinya".  There would be no Katrina, and thus no great-grandchild named Huston.  And Michelle would have to get another live-in boyfriend rather than my son, Bobby.  And some other hog would be selling the Harleys that Bobby is now selling.

 

.....But, thankfully, I survived WWII and I take great pride in my four children and my grandchildren.  My father is their great grandparent and my grandfather is their great great grandfather.  And how do you like that?  I figured it all out--but with RH+'s math and family orientation.  I don't want to delve into this too deeply so that my head would spin.  It spins enough writing this blog.  JR freaked me out enough by informing me that my mother's birth certificate indicates that her name was "Sure" rather than Sarah.  That has to be an error by the inebriated authority who didn't understand my grandfather's accent when he filled out the form.

 

.....Well, enough of that folderol.  Let's get into something a little more meaningful, such as the idea for a show that is swimming around in my brain for the nonce.  It will be staged as a USO show such as the ones performed for the troops in boot camps in the early years of WWII.  Those residents who were chosen after auditions would do songs from that era and each would be announced as the celebrity who sang rather than by their real name.  Thus, for example, the Andrews sisters would most likely be rather "buxom" senior-itas singing "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree with anyone else but me"!  I expect the audience to howl. They would also join in on some of the songs they know.  Should be fun.