December 10th, 2011

Captain Kris W'lash

Memory fail

My mind's coughed up memories from when the family went to military commissaries for our stocking-up shopping. The trouble is, it's coughed up only partial memories of that. And I'm trying to think: How is it different? Or was, as I'll probably never be in a military commissary again, and I last was in one in the early 1990s, at most. Probably the Eighties. And the Cameron Station commissary in Alexandria, VA, the last one I most likely last went into, doesn't exist anymore: the base was closed and redeveloped as -- let's see, via Google -- a residential neighborhood and a park.

What I'm remembering seems like a Fred Meyer that you need military ID to enter. The one big detail I definitely remember was the paper bags printed with

Navy Wife. It's the toughest job in the Navy.

but other than that, it was a place you go to shop. But what was the selection? How was it? Was it as big as I remember? How was the lighting? How was the service? I usually wasn't doing the shopping, so I'd be less likely to have remembered how the service was.

Maybe I could just make up what it was like. There were indoor pools and slides! Camo-clad Rockettes! The stores were staffed by Transformers! The PA played "Ballad of the Green Berets" alternated with "One Tin Soldier" from The Legend of Billy Jack! But just to be ironic!

So this is an entry about not remembering what I'd need to remember to write a proper entry. Why not?