How come I forget to take my camera with me more times than I remember it?

There are so many great photos that I don’t have because I forget to take the camera with me.

Tuesday, Veteran’s Day, a dear subscriber took me out to lunch. She is a beautiful lady whose father was an ambassador in Mexico, as I remember.  I believe she originally came from Spain.

This lady (who is also named Gloria)  and I have a nice story. Her daughter was my student in a remarkable class. It was a mix of grades 5, 6, and 7. Her daughter is of course now married and a mother herself. And it was through her daughter — my student –  that Gloria and I met.

It is interesting that Gloria is a twin. She and her twin sister married brothers! I would love to say, for the sake of story, that the brothers were twins, but, no, they were just brothers — but isn’t that remarkable?

Someday I will remember my camera and get a photo of my dear friend, but there was something else that happened Veteran’s Day that can’t be repeated, at least not until next November 11, but I expect to be in Argentina by then and won’t be here to take the picture.

This was a little surreal for a moment.

Into the restaurant walked a well-known gentleman in town. He is in his 90’s and hale and hearty. He walked into the restaurant by himself, standing tall and straight, wearing the Army uniform he wore in the second World War. And the well-pressed uniform fit this wonderful man just as handsomely as it did sixty-eight or so years ago.

I never expected this. And how many people throughout the U.S. still fit into a uniform they used to wear?

And how many people in the U.S. get to see a proud veteran in uniform walk into a restaurant?