Of course Dec. 7 means so much to many people.
Pearl Harbor. Horror. Honor. War. Bravery. All of those emotions will forever be tied to the morning of Dec. 7, 1941, when the Japanese Air Force descended upon Honolulu and destroyed the U.S. ships in the Hawaiian base.
My dear wife Karen and I toured Pearl Harbor in October, 2010, and I’ll never forget the feeling in my chest as I read the names of the men down there as we walked the monuments on the tropical water.
The military tour guide told us on the boat before we got off to walk slowly and pay tribute a story I’ll never forget. Many of those who had survived that attack had it in their will to have their remains shipped to this spot so they could be interred with their mates who were killed that horrible day. Guilt? Pride? A lifetime of both, I thought, tears welling.
My father was just four years old and my mother just three when the U.S. was rocked that day. Yet I have no doubt how it marked their youth. Sixteen years after that attack on Pearl Harbor, I was born.
In fact, I think the war has a whole lot to do with the fact that 1957 spiked what we call the Baby Boom. Thinking about our big birth crew back in January turning 57 this year spurred me to write a post I titled Those of us born in 1957 will turn 57 this year.
Simple, right? That’s probably the best headline I ever wrote. Google loved it. Googlers, too.
That little post caught on. My sense of curiosity was right. As I continued my search about the match of numbers, I wrote about the Beddian Birthday, too. That one was a heart-breaker, what with New York City fireman who was charmed about the magic of the numbers dying in the line of duty.
Later, I speculated that this once-in-a-lifetime birthday should be celebrated in a special manner.
All year, every day, these posts have been attracting views. A lot of views. The most views of any I’ve written, as you can see.
I’m thinking about SEO-worthy posts with legs for January 2015. Right?
My Beddian Birthday is a week from today. Plans one week out call for dinner at the big Turning Stone buffet with my dear wife Karen and, hopefully, all three of the big kids. And, hey, I do know that in the grand scheme, 57 is young.
Ian McLagan passed away this week from complications of a stroke at the too-soon age of 69.
McLagan was a member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for his work with Rod Stewart and Ronnie Woods with the Faces and the Small Faces.
The keyboardist nicknamed Mac was a fun-loving sort, I recall from a phone conversation I had, an interview in 2011 with he and a member of his band at the time as they drove in a car during a tour prior that included a stop here in Central New York. I wrote a story for the big daily and a this blog post for syracuse.com.
Tom Honan, who promoted that show back then for his company Live Space Entertainment, sent me the photograph above. Honan texted with Notarthomas, who he said is “understandably shook” by his band mate’s death. Condolences to all who knew and loved McLagan and his music. The man could play, and knew that it was about sharing the love of it and having a good time.
Here’s the source for the photo of the air raid on Pearl Harbor.
Have you visited Pearl Harbor, or do you have words of tribute on this anniversary of Pearl Harbor? What year will you turn the age of the last two digits of the year you were born?
Do you like the music of the Faces, and if so, what’s your favorite song?