You know how you think about things in history, about your view of things, and then come to realize that how you had been thinking about them, it couldn’t have happened that way?
I just came to the realization that my father couldn’t have been working on Liberty Ships during World War II, I don’t think. He was north of Los Angeles, in the Bay Area during World War II. His plumbing and pipefitting would have had to have been in the 1930s.
Who is left alive to tell? Another case of “I wish he’d written it down,” and “I shoulda got the tape recorder and wired myself up to ask those questions.”
(Here’s where we discover my older siblings don’t read this blog, as we’ve suspected all along.)