Weather: Cloudy, with threats of rain that never materialized.
Road Conditions: Dry, with light traffic. Lots of motorcycles on the Wisconsin side.
Memorial Day is always a tough one for me. On the plus-side, it is a three-day weekend, of which we have far too few in this country. But on the minus side, it is not a celebration, but rather the opposite: a collective mourning for those we have lost.
So, the poor working stiff gets Monday off, but they are compelled to go to the local cemetary or parade in order to pay homage to those who have fought and died in order to protect their “freedom”. At least, that’s the official line.
Of course, most of us don’t bother with all that sentiment. We are too busy going fishing or golfing or whatever else we use to distract ourselves from the fact that we no longer live in a “free country”. For the vast majority of Americans, this is just another Monday off.
On Tuesday, wage-slavery resumes, and nobody mentions our “fallen heroes” again until next year. I know, that sounds harsh, and I could go on for many paragraphs, but that’s not what this blog is about.
My new Vespa “Rose” and I avoided parades and ceremonies on Monday, in order to ramble the countryside, enjoying the freedom that those we honor have bought us with their lives. After living with Marines for a decade, I know that this is the way they would prefer we salute them:
Celebrate, dammit! Don’t mourn! We did this so you could be happy! Gather together, have a party, toast our bravery and our sacrifice. Make us proud…
Semper Fi, Brothers. I shed no tears for you. (Yeah, right…)