Friend was driving down the street and saw a guy walking a dog breed she is fond of. She stopped her car to ask about the dog. The guy was from another nation, a legal immigrant. His wife’s car had been broken into. In his work he said the boss was being paid to hire Venezula immigrants, sounded like illegals, who get more in wages than this legal immigrant gets. This guy is having to train the new guys making more than he makes. Under his breath he said, “We need Trump.”
Real life news here.
Maybe that explains the lack of political signs in the neighborhood.
“The Biden Administration is knowingly and purposefully enacting policies that result in supplying non-citizens with a mechanism to register to vote in our state and all 49 other states.”
The black-and-white newsreel footage of all those young men charging onto the beach, being fired upon the whole time, is always so heartbreaking (while also inspiring) to see.
I think I’ll watch Patton tonight–I wrote a blog post that included him early in the week and I’d like to honor.
I’ve probably told this story before, but 54 years ago . . . I rode my bike with three friends to the movie theater near PV Drive North–you’ll remember it DJ, it may have been the Rolling Hills Theater off Crenshaw.
Anyway, it was a 15-mile bike ride (we were 14) to see West Side Story for the first time. A 3+ hour long movie.
We huffed and puffed our way home–I dropped off early while my friends went on to South Shores (!)–and as I dragged myself up the front steps my father said, “Great! You’re home. Now we can go!”
I think I got a glass of water and asked, “where are we going?”
“To the movies! Let’s go! We don’t want to be late!”
Groggy from the hot day, I stumbled to the car. “What movie?”
That was a few months before we spent the summer camping through Europe.
“Patton followed by The Longest Day.”
(My father wanted us to understand the history.)
That, kids, was the longest movie day of my life (Well, other than flying home from Israel–I watched 7 movies on the plane).
3+ hours of West Side Story. 3+ hours of Patton. 3+ hours of The Longest Day.
By the end of The Longest Day–literally–I was slumped down in my seat, barely able to cheer all the names at the end.
But, I got it.
And I remembered it when I stood beside that church in Normandy and saw the mannikin dummy hanging by his parachute from the steeple.
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Friend was driving down the street and saw a guy walking a dog breed she is fond of. She stopped her car to ask about the dog. The guy was from another nation, a legal immigrant. His wife’s car had been broken into. In his work he said the boss was being paid to hire Venezula immigrants, sounded like illegals, who get more in wages than this legal immigrant gets. This guy is having to train the new guys making more than he makes. Under his breath he said, “We need Trump.”
Real life news here.
Maybe that explains the lack of political signs in the neighborhood.
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Well I’m shocked…. 🙄
https://x.com/TomFitton/status/1798680142157357435?t=zAh-xW5d00z-rPE8NTpoaQ&s=19
“The Biden Administration is knowingly and purposefully enacting policies that result in supplying non-citizens with a mechanism to register to vote in our state and all 49 other states.”
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Let me guess… Biden was part of the first wave on D-Day.
Today’s headline should be: “Biden’s presence disgraces the 80th Anniversary of D-Day.”
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With gratefulness to all those who served and died to keep our Republic (and other democratic nations) free.
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my dad never spoke of it but he parachuted in with the 101st before d day
jo
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The black-and-white newsreel footage of all those young men charging onto the beach, being fired upon the whole time, is always so heartbreaking (while also inspiring) to see.
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Can you see this link off Twitter? Andy Rooney about landing on Omaha Beach. He did.
https://x.com/60Minutes/status/1798713364765684158
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The best book series about D-DAy, Sunrise at Normandy, written by my friend Sarah Sundin.
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Two blog posts I wrote about our visit to Normandy with two kids in 2009:
https://www.michelleule.com/2013/07/26/snelling-france-books-and-the-silverdale-washington-connection/
https://www.michelleule.com/2012/06/07/normandy-making-history-come-alive-for-the-kids/
I think I’ll watch Patton tonight–I wrote a blog post that included him early in the week and I’d like to honor.
I’ve probably told this story before, but 54 years ago . . . I rode my bike with three friends to the movie theater near PV Drive North–you’ll remember it DJ, it may have been the Rolling Hills Theater off Crenshaw.
Anyway, it was a 15-mile bike ride (we were 14) to see West Side Story for the first time. A 3+ hour long movie.
We huffed and puffed our way home–I dropped off early while my friends went on to South Shores (!)–and as I dragged myself up the front steps my father said, “Great! You’re home. Now we can go!”
I think I got a glass of water and asked, “where are we going?”
“To the movies! Let’s go! We don’t want to be late!”
Groggy from the hot day, I stumbled to the car. “What movie?”
That was a few months before we spent the summer camping through Europe.
“Patton followed by The Longest Day.”
(My father wanted us to understand the history.)
That, kids, was the longest movie day of my life (Well, other than flying home from Israel–I watched 7 movies on the plane).
3+ hours of West Side Story. 3+ hours of Patton. 3+ hours of The Longest Day.
By the end of The Longest Day–literally–I was slumped down in my seat, barely able to cheer all the names at the end.
But, I got it.
And I remembered it when I stood beside that church in Normandy and saw the mannikin dummy hanging by his parachute from the steeple.
Normandy never forgot.
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