Last Saturday, I took the wee ones and our Russell to the USS Midway Museum and, my, how the country has grown. I don’t mean as a nation or even technologically; I mean Americans are freaking big now. Russell, who claims to be a hairline (read: an inch) under 6’2″ thumped his skull on just about every ceiling not high enough to accommodate an aircraft. It’s odd to think that while movies about the great wars cast tall thirty-somethings, the reality (in terms of stature) looked more like a schoolyard brawl with bayonets. We met a pair of World War II veterans there. I had a nice conversation with them about their service, but I couldn’t help noticing that my 12-year-old already eclipsed them.
Speaking of our armed forces, both of my grandfathers served in World War II. Grandpa was a Seabee in the Navy while Papa was a Captain in the Army. My dad (who is quite tall) did a tour in Vietnam as an MP. These men were part of an ilk that considered it their duty to serve (and thank you for that, gentlemen). True, there was a lot of draft dodging in Nam, but my dad answered when Uncle Sam poked him with a stick. I’m not taking a political stance or anything, just contrasting then with now. Elvis is a good example of this. When his number was drawn, he didn’t use his money or renown to evade whatever hardships his country may have had him endure.
Would such a thing happen today? Who is The King’s modern, heartthrob equivalent? Justin Bieber? Can you imagine that effeminate troll on the front lines of anything that mattered? Sure, he’d fit on the Midway (at 5’7″), but knowing us we’d probably turn it into a scripted reality show. “Be All You Can Biebs.” American sigh.
“KP” Roasted Sweet Potatoes
- 3-4 large sweet potatoes, peeled and cubed
- 3 tbsp olive oil
- 1 tbsp dried minced onions
- 1/2 tsp chili powder
- 1/2 tsp garlic powder
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp cinnamon
- 1/4 tsp oregano
- 1/4 tsp cumin
Preheat oven to 425˚. Toss sweet potatoes, olive oil and spices in a large bowl. Spread out in single layer on baking sheet. Bake for approximately 20 minutes, stirring at halfway point. Potatoes will be browned and crisp on the outside when done.
Because we hate it when other people try to keep their own stuff, and because we lack the mental faculty to not press shiny red buttons, Russell assures us that nuclear holocaust will indeed be the story of man. Rainbows and puppy giggles, that one. I hope he’s wrong for mostly selfish reasons. I have an international following now (what up, Latvia!), I’m kind of a big deal. I wanna enjoy that… at least until I get my castle. All jokes aside, here’s a video of Camp Anza, a World War II staging camp located in my hometown of Riverside. Five-or-so minutes into it, my beloved Mimi (Louise) makes a cameo:
TWTG says, “I don’t know! Quit putting your heart and soul into it, Russell!”