We all have days that are highlighted in our minds. For my parents it was December 7,1941, the bombing of Pearl Harbor; for me it was John Kennedy's assassination November 22, 1963; man's walk on the moon, the assassinations of Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy; the end of the war in Viet Nam is vivid in my mind with pictures from the news; when the Viet Nam POW's came home I sat up past midnight to watch them step off the plane; 9/11 for a younger aged American generation and now January 6, 2021 for me now past 70 years of age.
Sometimes I feel as though my life is a history book of the post World war II period. Violence and tragedy.
So today, Thursday, a frigid day on the Great Plains, I went for a short drive into some of the outlying areas around Glendive. The sun was milky with cloud cover. Trying to focus on those things around me that fill the void that life sometimes creates: