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Countertop Review

This time last year I was packing up our house to prepare for our down-to-the-studs renovation in our kitchen, family room, and master bath as well as the addition of a screened porch. The family room wasn't originally part of the plan, but that's a post for another time. The kitchen was where I really had to plan and scheme, and, yes even fret, to stay in our footprint and budget and to get the function and look I wanted. I love a challenge like this, though, so despite some occasional frustration with my client (aka me! ), I enjoyed the process. A key "want" of mine was honed marble countertops. There are dozens--maybe hundreds--of blog posts, articles, and showroom sites that compare various types of countertop materials and their pros and cons. I read most of them and took notes from a lot of them in the months leading up to our start date. One of the most helpful things was visiting a sweet friend's kitchen, where I was able to ask questions about cleaning, a

Honoring Veterans

Anchors Aweigh
Blue of the Seven Seas; Gold of God's great sun
Let these our colors be Till all time be done-n-n-ne,
By Severn shore we learn Navy's stern call:
Faith, courage, service true With honor over, honor over all.

Both Mr. T&C's and my fathers served in the United States military.  Mr. T&C's dad left Michigan as an 18-year-old boy to join the Army to serve in World War 2.  He spent most of his tour in Italy, and to this day, he doesn't care for pizza.  He never talked at home about his experiences during the War, but surely they were life-changing.  He and the Mister's mother used to babysit for us often when the children were little.  One afternoon the boys were playing with their green army men, and something about their set-up seemed different to me. I asked a question or two, and Middle, who must have been about four at the time, could tell me the rank and mission of each soldier, based on his stance and weaponry.  When I asked him how he knew so much, Big piped up and said, "Papaw's teaching us."  Later, when Big had to interview a veteran for a school project, he chose his grandfather.  All of us were shocked to learn that "Papaw" had barely escaped with his life on at least two occasions.  In one case, he was awaiting his relief from guard duty when he heard a noise; he stepped outside to see if the noise was the approaching soldier, and seconds later, the guardhouse exploded!  On another occasion, he was guarding a prisoner who had managed to conceal a pistol--again another narrow escape!

My dad  (that's him on the left) served in the Navy during peacetime--after World War 2 and Korea, but before Vietnam.  He sailed the Atlantic, the Carribbean, and the Mediterranean on a destroyer, the USS Bearss, shown above docked in Norfolk.  Several years ago at a fund-raising dinner, Dad had the opportunity to meet Senator Bob Dole, a man and veteran Dad has long admired.  Dad said something about not serving or sacrificing as greatly as others, and Senator Dole wisely said, "You were ready to, and that's what matters." 

 To all who went and to all who were ready to go, thank you.


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