David’s story about his grandfather and Egypt, Idaho reminded me of a
story my dad told me about his childhood.
When my father was 7, he was listening to his family’s radio one evening
in the (very) small town of Conda, Idaho, when the announcer said something
that caused my father to burst into tears. Concerned, my grandmother asked
my dad what was wrong.
“The Germans are marching on Paris!” he wailed. (Note: my parents were
blessed with my arrival in their early forties.)
My grandmother couldn’t help but giggle. My dad was concerned the Axis
were advancing on Paris, Idaho, about 50 miles away from Conda.
[ADD is great. I lept from a snowstorm near Egypt to the Germans
capturing Paris in pretty much one hop. w00t!]