esteban was eaten!

May 28

A whole lot of this, today.

WORTH REMEMBERING

Dan Hipp = always good.

Sunday: the personification of perspiration. The glasses are not prescription.

(Note: I look so unhappy here. I couldn’t tell when I reviewed the photo, because of the sunshine, or I would’ve gone for another take. Whatevz. It was positively sweltering and I was drenched in sweat.)

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There is good in him…still.. // by Pianzin

This is rather cool.

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No… this is something I have to do myself. [/action hero voice]

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May 27

Nanny doesn't wear her hearing aid.

Isabelle: It's tough getting old.
Justin: I've heard. I'm not too excited about it.
Isabelle: [to Nanny] I said "it's tough getting old".
Nanny: What?
Isabelle: I SAID "IT'S TOUGH GETTING OLD"!

Exhausted. Apple pie. Hamburgers. America. (Taken with instagram)

“We both looked at each other and said nothing.”

During World War II, my late grandfather served on the USS North Carolina battleship in the Pacific. To be succinct: that ship participated in every major naval offensive in the Pacific area of operations and earned 15 battle stars. It was so involved in that arena, it was reported sunk by the Japanese multiple times and once, a torpedo managed to slam into it (naturally, the crew saved the ship).

So that’s pretty awesomely impressive, right? Of course it is.

Oh, but wait. He was also a part of the Normandy Invasion. He was on board one of the landing ship tanks on D-Day and stayed on the beach for 33 days (though they slept most of the day and did their work at night). Read that again.

Below is an excerpt from my grandfather’s account of the invasion. He wrote an unpublished manuscript about his life (in addition to the incredible “I could’ve been a character in both Band of Brothers and The Pacific” aspect, he was also an orphan — in short, it’s fascinating) and this section was adapted for use in a published collection of D-Day stories called Neptunus Rex. He loved to write and I tend to believe he was pretty good at it (the line about tension is terrific). It’s also another great reminder of how, if we want to be as extraordinary as our grandparents, we really have our work cut out for us (namely that whole “saving the world” bit).

We were due to hit Omaha Beach at H+12, but were delayed by unexpected resistance. We evacuated only a handful of wounded at Omaha Beach, probably because so many died there. On D-Day, I was hit in the face with a small piece of shrapnel, possibly from our own guns since anti-aircraft fire was coming down like rain. Outside of that, I suffered only tension for about twenty-four hours a day. The first night at Omaha Beach, German planes did come over. Doc Kalodner and I were kneeling, treating an American sergeant who had a bullet wound in his shoulder, when a near-miss rocked our LST. We both looked at each other and said nothing.

That “speechless” reaction is clearly genetic because it is now very common with me, when thinking about him. Happy Memorial Day, Pop-Pop.

when i strap some fireworks to my wrist and fire them off while shouting “memorial day!” today (and i WILL strap some fireworks to my wrist and fire them off while shouting “memorial day!” today), it will look like this.

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The Once and Future Kings. (Taken with instagram)

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May 26

I just wanna eat it — is that weird?

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Same couch, different pooch. (Taken with instagram)