Thanksgiving 1980

The weather was a perfect nice 70 degrees.  But I wasn't outside, I was inside the YMCA.  The weather was cold and the ones I loved was at my Mom's house.  We were separated. I knew no one at the "Y" in person but knew them all because we were in the same situation.  Navy guys unable to go home for Thanksgiving.   I had my ten dollar roll of quarters and waited in anticipation to make my call.  I and Kim talked for one hour. That is the only hour I remember that day.   But it was an hour that even now brings tears to my eyes.  I don't know what we talked about but I remember that phone call like it was yesterday.  Even the silence at the end was so precious, not wanting to end our conversation.  Not wanting to be separated on a day when family's are together. I would not trade that memory, for today is more special because of that day so many years ago.