I used to sing a song about "Remembering Pearl Harbor' when I was
11 years. I do remember but I bet I may be nearly the only person who
remembers that particular Sunday morning.
Let's remember Pearl Harbor as we go to meet the foe
Let's remember Pearl Harbor as we do the Alamo
We will always remember how they died for liberty
Let's remember Pearl Harbor and go on to victory
(drum roll as it was a kind of a marchine song)
Enough said about something that happened 75 years ago. We have
other problems today.
Twice this week, while outdoors, I heard a chorus of honking
from up above. I just stood quietly in awe, watching the perfect
formations of flying geese. Canadian Honkers, I guess you would
call them, as several V formations darkened the space directly
above me. Ahh....so much joy in freedom of flight. There
is nothing more beautiful than flapping wings, seperated by
I always wonder how they came to know how to do
this and who was the smart bird to invent the whole process.
This time I went in the house and looked it up online but I found
out that knowing the science behind it took away a bit of the
mystique. I ran into words like down/up wash and drag force and
I really didn't need that much information.
It just seemed to detract from the wonderment of it all and I'm
happy with certain things remaining a mystery.