This cold and rainy memorial day weekend had us staying home. Taking down the potting table, putting up screens, watching the Tigers sweep the Yankees. Finished Mare of East town, biked in the Sourlands for the first time and did very little work. Yesterday afternoon, after the sun finally came out, Andi took me to the neighborhood across the street to hear the thrumming drone of so many cicadas.
When we first met, Andi and I would make a habit of going every Memorial Day to a cemetery to get closer to the ones who sacrificed everything and thank them. Many of the graves were from WWII. I wonder what the dead would think of so many today who are considering violence to achieve minority rule over others who they view as not like them, less American than them. Would they see the insurrectionist’s actions as patriotic?
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