On a late night, or should I say early morning since it was three a.m., I had to really use the bathroom. In the cab, hurled over from too much drinking, I spotted a big, yellow, golden arch. After adjusting focus, one arch became four. After a few seconds and some more adjustments, the two lovely golden arches came in contrast. I asked the cabbie to pull over and wait as I used the restroom inside. I rushed out the cab and went straight to the bathroom ignoring everyone around me. There was but one task on my mind. I needed to pee so bad!
Letters to and from my uncle, a Chicago boy, as he trains to become a WWII navigator. Each letter is transcribed and posted along with the original 70 years to the date it was written. It begins with his induction and continues throughout the war years.