I'm not sure when the media termed the biggest shopping day of the year as Black Friday. I don't remember that term when I was wandering the floors of the newsroom way back in my first career.
At any rate, 23 years ago today at eight minutes past Thanksgiving Day, our airborne trooper arrived in this world. Little did we know then.
In 1984 with Vietnam still fresh in our memories, I don't think we could have ever imagined the events of 9/11 and the wars that have followed. Or that we would ever have a son who went off to war.
But he his home now. And we are very grateful (and mindful of those who are still overseas).
So today he and his brothers are out doing their part to make sure retail sales are not so bleak. No Black Fridays here.
What do you give a soldier son who appears to have everything? This year it will be a hug and a "Thank God you are back!"