You’ll never know instant scare until someone leaves you a voice mail message saying she’ll see you tomorrow but doesn’t say what day she sent the message. Is tomorrow actually tomorrow or is it today? Turns out, tomorrow was today, and that was even scarier. After being reminded about my agreement to talk to the Manson Women’s Club, I shot over to Manson on Monday to talk to those ladies — and they wanted to hear about Veterans Day. I can talk on almost any subject, but my Veterans Day stories always make me cry. A good speaker doesn’t snivel and cry when she’s talking, that’s for sure, but I gave in and talked about veterans anyway. Like my uncle, Don Hansch, who stood next to the last person out in that famous picture of Marines holding up the flag on Iwo Jima. He always wanted to tell me the story of the day he won a Purple Heart, but he could never make it past the sobs. He died before the story could be told.