Military Musings

I am certainly dating myself at this point – but I still remember walking into the hall with my grandfather and greatuncle. It was October 1980, and it was my first time going to a “military collectibles show.” It may have been all of six or seven rows, and there were maybe 120 tables at most.

Today, I might hit a show like that and be home in time for breakfast.

Yet, as a 12-year-old it was better than any museum