There is a very trendy restaurant a block or so from the bookstore where I work called Okinawa. I find that very ironic, since my father, Nelson Hoyt, was a dentist on Okinawa during World War II. Okinawa might be trendy now, but it sure wasn't when he was there. A typhoon came along and took every possession he owned. And no sooner did things get back to normal than another typhoon came along and took everything away again. Lately there has been a movement to raise money to send veterans from "The Greatest Generation" back to where they served during World War II. I am absolutely convinced that my father would not look very favorably on being sent back to that island. Just leave him alone and let him read his books would have been his attitude. And rightly so. My father, by the way, is in the second row on the far right in the black and white photograph above. The identity of the native Okinawan in the black and white photograph on the left will be a mystery forever. And the restaurant in the color photograph above, located at the corner of Colfax and York here in Denver, will take your reservation now.
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