...and then it hit me yesterday...I figure I’d better post it today.
35 years ago today, we (that is, Dad, Mom, my siblings, and I) moved back to the good ol’ US of A from Asmara, Ethiopia (now the capital of Eritrea), to a little burg named South Haven, Michigan. Dad retired from the Navy and he had some of his relatives there. This is where I grew up. There are a few pix from South Haven’s yesteryear (and some other, more modern photos) in the Gallery. In fact, what I will do is while I’m up there during vacation next week (Yay!) I’ll recreate this photo as the same harbor looks today.
Anyway, back to the post here. when I came back to the States, I experienced a whole bunch of things all at once which I didn’t have overseas: McDonald’s, color TV, a culture shock if you will, from which it’s taken all this time to recover from. In some ways, I still haven’t. Even that, compared to all the stuff I saw especially in Asmara and less so in Naples, Italy (Dad’s previous post), made me all the more thankful to God that I was born an American.
And in case you’re wondering what the forecast is for my vacation…

I think I like that.