Thank you, Great Uncle Louie!

This Memorial Day in the US I’d like to post to thank my great uncle Louis, my grandfather Edmond’s brother and fellow West Point cadet of the class of June 1943.

I’d also like to thank everyone who is or has served in the US armed forces. No matter what your position was, and no matter where you served, please know that we appreciate your service.

My grandfather Edmond and his older brother Louis Anthony Curcuru were both appointed to West Point in the same class by the Congressman from Michigan, which is fairly rare. While Edmond turned towards paratroops – eventually serving in the 101st at Bastogne, Louis turned towards the Army Air Force during his time at West Point.

Sadly, Louis gave his all to his country, and died in a flight training accident while he was serving at West Point. His Howitzer entry reads:

“Louis ‘Lou’ Anthony Curcuru

Louis Anthony Curcuru, USMA Jun43

My great uncle Louis Anthony Curcuru, who died while serving at West Point.

On October 29, 2942, Lou Curcuru died doing the thing he liked best – flying. That is good to remember, for not all men is granted such high fortune. However, there are other things to remember: experiences in Beast Barracks, Yearling Summer Camp, primary training, and the years stretching between these landmarks in our friendship.

Academically Lou ranked high, but he was more than a fine student. Matured, orderly, attentive to duty, and purposeful, he possessed a rich fund of jovial good humor and an unforgettable rollincking laugh.
His real love for music and his cultured baritone voice made him an asset to the Chapel Choir, Also, there are memories of truck trips, football trips, maneuvers, and Sunday night sessions when no ‘harmonizing’ was complete without ‘Louie’.

Athletically above average, lou won his numerals in soccer; and, during the winter of plebe year, helped drive ‘F’ Company’s ‘Flaming Devils’ to the intramural hockey championship.

All these things characterized him; but if we think clearly we will think of Lou first in terms of his steadiness and dependability. No, these are not spectacular virtues – but they are invaluable. How many of us can claim them as he could? His quiet, persevering ability was axiomatic; ahd this is the quality which will define him in our minds.

Lou Curcuru: student, pilot, athlete, and singer – but above all, a true and sincere friend to whom we looked always with certain confidence. Through the years we will do well to remember him.”

Thanks to great uncle Louie and to all who serve.

Any U-Haul haircuts yet?

So – how many U-Haul haircuts do you think we’ll have this year?

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A U-Haul haircut is defined as when a driver from outside of the Greater Boston area, who, while driving a rental truck, strikes the underside of a bridge inside the Greater Boston area. This commonly occurs on Storrow and Memorial Drives during September, when one of the many new students at local universities (or, their parent) ignores the DANGER LOW BRIDGE warning signs, hanging chains, and other warnings at the entrances to local roadways, and drives down the road smack into a bridge.

Now it seems so far this year that we may have been spared any U-Haul haircuts – an amazing thing! For all things Boston, I trust in Universal Hub, and I haven’t seen any reports of U-Haul haircuts yet. A few Googles of likely news stories doesn’t show any either. Could this really be our year? A year of no U-Haul haircuts? We’ll see.

Sunshine Crossfire

I was nearly blinded, driving to work this morning at about 7:18am. Yikes, the Hancock tower is such a huge mirror!

Does everyone know that cute little bridge that serves as the u-turn from Land Blvd west back onto Land Blvd east, right underneath the Longfellow? It almost makes you dizzy during the morning commute, if you come inbound on Storrow heading for the Galleria: off Storrow, under the Charles T station; quick left before running into prison and over the Longfellow. Then the sharp right, stop, right, left, stop, left to get onto Land Blvd east, going both over and under a bridges 3 times in the space of a minute.

Taking the u-turn this morning, at just the right time, I was nearly blinded by the sun ahead and to my right as I looked for oncoming traffic. But then logic and experience took over, and knowing the sun really comes up much more to the left from that position, I looked away towards the left -and of course, got blinded by the actual sun as it peeked over Boston. Ouch.

Both the actual sun and the Hancock sun were astoundingly bright, and both were pointed exactly at me. Coincidence? I don’t think so – I call it astronomy!