Witness

History repeats itself...an old saw we are all familiar with. But something has changed.

I am eighty four years old. My best friend is ninety, and, unlike in the past, there are now millions in our age range and older who can remember the more distant past, and verify that repetition.

I remember Adolph Hitler, I heard him on the radio, and watched the Anschluss in the newsreels shown then at the theaters with every movie. It was commonplace for escaped Jews to appear at our front door selling one thing or another to feed themselves and their families. They told us their stories and warned of the future.

So I remember the Thirties.  I can close my eyes and remember how it felt to be there then.

It felt  like now.