Happy Memorial Day. All Americans owe an unpayable debt to those that paid the ultimate price.
Personally, I am very conflicted this year. Our forebearers did not suffer through Valley Forge, or storm the beaches of Normandy or Iwo Jima so that Americans could hide in fear in their homes. The annual Scout flag-laying at the Veteran’s Cemetery is cancelled this year, which is completely asinine. The photo above is my Son participating last year. Kids are the least vulnerable, the virus can’t survive UV light and high temperatures outdoors, the individual rows of graves are naturally social distanced, and the Scouts miss out on a rewarding and valuable Civics lesson in the process. To some lockdown proponents, that is a feature, not a bug.
On the other hand, today (Sunday) was about as close to a “normal” Memorial Day Sunday as we would have had any other year. We drove into Townsend for a family bike ride in the morning, painted our Adirondack chairs, I laid in my hammock and watched live golf, grilled burgers, and tossed a ball around in the yard after dinner with my kids. It felt wonderful.
I hope the recovery from this madness is rapid, and we can all get back to normal. Real normal. Not bullcrap “new normal”. We owe it to those who gave their lives for history’s greatest experiment – the United States of America.