In North Carolina, many of us spend the day thanking our loved ones how gave there all. Schools are closed, but most spend the day at Wal*Mart.

A few thoughts from WWII....The troupe train came past our home, men dressed in brown handed out candy to use kinds. Why my Dad cried at such a happy time I could not understand.

We gathered old iron and piled it at the corner of the street every week. In the morning it was gone.

The street dance, and free Ice Cream, when they said "the war was over". Again my dad cried at such a happy time, but this time I understood.

Now it is my time to cry when I watch MSNBC. In the morning I will cry again. God help us!