I adore going to the Air and Space museum. I'm usually overwhelmed with wonder by all the space craft because seeing a thing makes it all real and tangible but seeing the Enola Gay was a different kind of overwhelming. Seeing it drives home a true sense of horror for what happened that day and what has been unleashed on the world. But that museum contains more than just artifacts; it contains our cumulative memories and experiences as a country. My last visit was almost two decades ago but I had the most moving experience I'll probably ever have there. At one point during our tour my husband and I were walking through an exhibit of planes used in the Asia-Pacific theater. We were in this tight little offshoot where there was a single plane in the center of the room and placards along the walls. It was really crowded and noisy but I wanted to read all the placards. As I was reading with my back turned the room almost suddenly got real quiet and thinned out real quick. My husband nudged me to get my attention and as I turned around there was an old man in a wheelchair right in front of the plane. He must have been a veteran because he had his service ball-cap on. Everyone was instinctively giving this man room and a moment of silence as he openly wept while staring at the plane. My husband and I stood there a few moments longer before quietly nodding at his family members in recognition and respect before we too left the room. I'll never be able to imagine what was going through that man's mind or what he was re-living in that moment but I've been thinking about that experience a lot since last November. I felt respect, empathy, and even a bit of patriotism at the time but lately all I feel is shame that this country has gleefully spit in the face of our veterans and their service today.
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Heck yeah I'll give you a follow over on Bluesky. I'm following a handful of people that are bridged Mastodon users. Yours will be the first Mbin one though. I really hope all the kinks get worked out over time though because I really love the idea of interconnectivity.
The minute checks stop going out is the moment shit gets real. This will impact everyone. Yes the people directly getting checks will be in dire trouble. But I don't think most folks understand just how much our economy relies on this system. Business will take a hit, more people will end up having to support aging parents even more than they do already, and every working American is going to immediately question why they've now lost money to this system. Billionaires can fuck around with money because it's not really or tangible for them, but normal folks... Yea you just don't fuck with people's money.
I did the economic blackout yesterday but I donated to this charity after seeing the news. I don't have much either but I hope it helps.
I noticed that too when I watched the video. He's too obsessed with gold and has always been garish with it. I'm sure it's why he paints himself orange too. It's weird.
Hello fellow med tech. The science is the best part of the job. Just wanted to pop in and wish you good luck with school.
I don't subscribe to dull men's club but I've been enjoying the posts showing in my All feed.
Omg there is a name for that. I definitely fear eternity more than I fear death. My only consoling thought is the idea that time is a construct of physical reality so we "have time" to experience living and that really the entirety of time is happening all at once. I have no idea why this idea brings me comfort though.
Can confirm, I can see the post on Bluesky side but can't see any comments other than Bluesky people for now.
Yea I'm still trying to figure out how a fire truck can physically get around rail road arms. Like at that point why not just drive through them. They break pretty easily and would have been less expensive than destroying a whole fire truck.
Lories are wonderful and playful birds. Sounds like the little lost guy found a great home with you. 😊
I've always bought my husband red shirts because I think he looks good in a bold red color. About 17 years of marriage before he finally told me he doesn't really care for the color, that he just wants to look good for me.