This is my birthday
I will wear my birthday suit
I was born naked
I learned this week, (amid the July 4th Independence day celebrations) that John Philip Sousa composed a march with the title “the Minnesota March”. It’s played by the band of the Royal Artillery and is attached for your listening pleasure.
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the last time I saw my oldest sister was in 2000. She came to visit me from the U.K. She brought me a gift, which some people thought was rather odd but, something that has not only been very useful to me and has allowed me to remain connected to my roots in the city of Bristol where I was born. That gift was a book of street maps of Bristol.
It’s quite old and probably out of date however, I like to see and read posts each day about the Bristol street art scene (you can see them at Natural Adventures on WordPress). I have forgotten where a lot of the places that are posted are. So I use my old street maps guide. My sister passed away last year. What some considered an odd gift turned out to be a very thoughtful one. So much so, that I felt compelled to return the thoughtful favour by sharing it here today.
As you probably saw on Facebook, my veteran’s badge arrived today. So this is a thank you email for your effort to apply for and send this to me.
Now of course I have to ask; does this mean that people will start helping me across the road, or perhaps a free ice-cream on a hot summer’s day or perhaps a seat on the bus? Or better yet, DICOUNTS! Ah what fun it is to be a veteran. Makes me feel at least 10 years older.
There must be hundreds of thousands of veterans wandering the streets of Britain. I wonder if it would have been cheaper to give everyone who is not a veteran a badge.
So after all my cynicism, still a big thank you. I shall wear it proudly and tell everyone who asks me what the badge you are wearing is for; I shall tell them stories of El Alamein and bombing raids in the Ruhr Valley in Germany. Not that I was ever there of course, but it should be worth a pint or two – one way or another.