Merle Oberon, movie star, and Alfred G. Vanderbilt raise a din by beating pans at an aluminum-collection breakfast at the Stork Club in New York, July 23, 1941. The price of admission was a piece of aluminum ware. (AP Photo)
The most crippling wounds you sustain in life don’t sting like a scrape or ache like a bruise, they sit in you like a black hole, absorbing one thing after another until every scrap of joy and drive in your heart is gone. The deepest cuts don’t cause you pain, they consume you whole.
In 1941, the United States conducted a large-scale scrap drive to help our allies the Britons build aircraft. We rustled up some 70,000 tons of aluminum, principally in the form of cookware Mom never uses anymore anyway. And that is why it is uh-LOO-min-um, and not AL-yoo-MIN-ee-um. Ingrates.