Mr. Hilter, it's that nice Mr. McGoering from the Bell and Compasses

Yesterday was the anniversary of D-Day. The local paper had a small blurb on the front page (below the fold) and then an article on page 11; seems like it should have gotten a little more attention, even if it was 65 years ago. I mean, it was a damn impressive operation. In an interesting (deliberate?) coincidence, LIFE magazine chose today to release a cache of previously-unpublished color photos of Hitler, stashed in glass jars for decades by his personal photographer, Hugo Jaeger.

I don't know what it is I find so fascinating about WWII. I'm currently working my way through The Gathering Storm, the first volume of Churchill's History of the Second World War. Interesting stuff -- a little self-congratulatory (oh Winston, you were proud of yourself, weren't you?) and unabashedly biased, but a good read nonetheless. I don't have the same interest in World War I (no doubt due to being forced to read All Quiet on the Western Front at a young and impressionable age -- what was my seventh-grade English teacher thinking??), but we always buy poppies from the vets on Remembrance Day, and the closing scene of the final episode of Blackadder Goes Forth, when they go "over the top" and it fades into a field of poppies, always makes me cry.

Well, off to work on my latest freelance indexing job. Someday maybe I'll be independently wealthy and can just sit around reading all day. Am all envious of anna_bird who is spending the weekend doing just that.