Countless thousands, including myself, believe that Dec. 7 is a sacred day. “A day of infamy,” stated President Roosevelt.
This year marks the 70th anniversary of Pearl Harbor. I was a 17-year-old enlistee in 1942.
Some idiotic government agency chose that day to end this year’s Medicare enrollment.
Knowing full well that the phone operators or company representatives had nothing to do with that decision, I still called several “800” numbers to voice my objection to that date.
I suggested they pass the objection on to a supervisor, who in turn would pass it on to the top. A trickle up effect.