Does anybody read a comic called "Heart of the City?" It's about a little girl named "Heart" who is 7, going on 27. Her sitter is an Italian lady name Mrs. Angelina, or something like that. Somehow, Heart get transported back to the old lady's youth during WWII and that brought up some things from my own youth. In the comic, they are having a scrap drive.

In 1944, my father was the chairman of the scrap drive in Hazard, Kentucky. Scrap metal was needed to manufacture war materials and Hazard was a really scrappy town in those days. My father never did anything half way. He organized publicity, painted signs, sent people around with loudspeakers and whipped the whole population into a get-in-the-scrap frenzy. In one weekend, people hauled, carried, or dragged scrap metal by the ton down to the courthouse. It was piled all the way around the block. Bands played, flags waved, people ran around shouting "V for Victory!" and "Take that, Adolph!" and other slogans that would be considered politically incorrect these days. Then trucks carried the scrap to a waiting train across the bridge from downtown, and it was hauled off to Pennsylvania to be made into steel for tanks, trucks and ships.
Everybody donated their time, no money changed hands, nobody got rich, we won the war. Times have changed.
Howard