I was going through some postcards, and this one sent chills down my spine.
A few years ago, I was sitting around at my dad’s house, and I told him about a horrible dream I had, wherein there was some sort of military snafu, and I had to do boot camp again, nevermind that I was in my 50’s.
It turns out my (long retired) dad had a similar nightmare, except he had to go back to work at Boeing. I wonder how common this kind of dream is.
I worked at Boeing at that time, and I kind of miss it. But when you retire, they take your entry badge. This spoiled my plans to go down there sometimes and sit around giving them deranged advice, like Detective Luger on the old Barney Miller reruns.