D-Day

No, not really D-Day. But sort of.

66 years ago, many of our grandparents crossed the Atlantic Ocean in gigantic transport ships, ran directly at large machine guns firing back at them, and then tramped across Europe for a year, sleeping in the mud and the cold until finally liberating our Old World neighbors from the Nazis.

Later today, I'll fly across the ocean in a jet liner, probably with a wide selection of on-demand movies and tv shows, and will spend the next month tramping across Europe with some of my best friends from college. It might not sound too bad, but if you've ever seen Hostel or Alive you know this is potentially more dangerous than what our grandpas went through.

So stay tuned. In all likelihood, we won't fight Nazis, elude serial killers, or eat each other. But we might, and if we do you might find this blog worth reading.

(Thanks to The Good's Place for the photograph)