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The Kiss

Two weeks ago, on a Sunday, George Mendonsa died. He was 95.

This may not mean much to you, it certainly didn’t to me. I had no idea who the guy was, but…

I’d seen his picture. We’ve all seen his picture. This picture…

The Kiss 11945, Times Square, New York.

People poured into the streets to celebrate the end of WWII and a kiss was caught on camera. That image has become a romantic icon.

The moment captured though, according to the two people involved, wasn’t romantic at all.

George Mendonsa and Greta Zimmer Friedman weren’t a couple, they didn’t even know each other.

George, who’d served on a destroyer during the war, saw a woman in a nurse’s uniform and wanted to say thank you to all the nurses who’d cared for the wounded sailors on the hospital ship.

Greta, who passed away in 2016 at 92, remembered not having much choice in the matter. A stranger grabbed her, kissed her in celebration. In her own words, “It wasn’t a romantic event.”

But, the camera didn’t know that.

Here’s the thing about cameras, they see everything, and interpret nothing.

That’s our job.

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Watching You

We’re all paranoid these days, with Google listening to our every word and Facebook tossing our personal information around like so much confetti.

My phone reads my emails and pops flight information into my calendar. Convenient, but just a tad creepy.

And yes, I can search Incognito to keep targeted ads from talking to me on my tablet. Psst, did you forget? Don’t you want to buy…? 

I can, but I don’t.

Truth is, as pathetic as I am with tech, I like it. Forgetting my cell phone at home makes me break out in a cold sweat. I thank Google just to hear her say, “No problem.” How cute is that?

Am I aware that some machine somewhere is crunching numbers about my spending habits, that Big Brother is watching me?

Hmmm…

Just a thought, but it occurs to me that while the tech aspect may be new, someone was always watching…

european cruise 2010 259 (2)The Palace of the Grand Master, Rhodes, Greece.

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