My friend D. reports that when the Vietnam War was winding down, his young son told him that he wanted to celebrate on the day the war ended. “How?” D. asked. And his son said, “I want to blow the horn in your car.”
When the war ended, Americans made little of it. No parades. No band music, few outward shows of excitement. Except in a suburban area of Salt Lake City, when a nine-year-old boy got permission and pressed on the horn button of his father’s car until the battery died. —Steve Hale