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Friday, August 16, 2013
IN THEIR OWN WORDS
As mentioned previously, I've been doing a lot of reading lately...mostly show biz biographies or American history. I usually alternate back and forth. And there's always one or two tidbits to amaze. Take "Voices From the Pacific," a collection of first hand accounts from navy veterans of WW II which I just finished yesterday. While lots of it was gruesome, there were a couple of alternative moments. Like...check this one out:
After losing his leg in battle, one vet found himself at a VA hospital in San Francisco, convalescing with a bunch of other amputees all of whom were treated like rock stars by the San Francisco ladies. In his account our one-legged friend writes "There would always be four, five, or six of us that would go together. We would go to town with three or four decks of ribbons on our uniforms - on crutches, arms missing, legs gone - and the women just threw themselves at us. It was crazy! They would fall in love with us. We would go into nightclubs, and our table would be covered with drinks, and we wouldn't even know where they came from. That's the way it was back then. It was so much different than the Vietnam War."
And that's not all that has changed. Two paragraphs later he goes on to say "There were brothels on Georgia Street in those days - a bar downstairs and rooms upstairs. The girls who worked there would come up to the hospital. We knew them all, and they would bring us cakes that they had made and things they had knitted. They were super - really nice girls."
Can you picture the "girls of New York" doing anything like that? But maybe I underestimate them. I remember one house giving the WTC first responders free sessions right after Osama and company did their thing!
Moving on...another of the "authors," a black man who served as a steward because that was about all any black man could be in the navy recounts "While I was working at the officers' mess at the submarine base, I met John Kennedy. He was a wonderful man. He liked scrambled eggs for breakfast, but he wouldn't let me cook them. He cooked them himself, and he wouldn't let me shine his shoes - he did that himself, too. He was just that kind of guy."
Interesting that Kennedy, a silver spoon aristocrat if ever there was one, didn't feel comfortable having a black man do for him what he could do himself. The vet goes on to say that Kennedy came back years later as President to give a speech and recognized the steward from way back and went over to say "you still here?" For me, that says a lot about a guy.
Well anyway...enough of my retirement bull shit. I was over at MY ASIAN GFE (646-326-9512) yesterday and almost fell in love with MINA. She's just too cute! Ya know...all smiles and virtually no English. But it didn't matter. Her charm and inner beauty shone like a light from above. Here's a shot of her though I have to say, it doesn't really do her justice. But here it is anyway.