The Report

Strong women are not new in my family. My grandmother worked building airplane bomber parts during World War II.

While she was working, a man pulled a tool out of her hand, causing an accident that led to her losing an eye. Her husband at the time left her because she was no longer “perfect.”

That was not the end of her story. It was just the beginning.

She went on to meet my grandfather, Carol, who saw exactly who she was and proudly courted her. He even bought her a train ticket so she could travel to care for her sister. He was not bothered that she was divorced or that she had a child.

Together they built our entire family and went on to have five more boys.

My grandmother was strong, fearless, and unforgettable. Her nickname was The Blonde Bomber.

I have always said that if I ever opened a bar, it would be in her honor. That dream became Blonde Bomber Bar & Bites.

It is more than bartending, food, or decorations. It is about bringing people together, creating atmosphere, and celebrating life’s most meaningful moments.

Decorations. Bartending. Food. We do it all.

This one is for you, Grandma.