What Memorial Day means to me:
* a 3 day weekend
* lots of sales in the malls driving enough traffic to them that make me want to stay away
* barbeques (though we managed to miss firing up the grill)
* a heavy sense of gratefulness for those who have served or are still serving in areas that caused them to risk their lives. I’m not naive enough to think that all of them were serving for noble reasons: some were paying the bills, some saw it as a ticket to a better life, some saw it as a path to glory and girls. But all put a heck of a lot more into their job than I do mine, and had a greater impact and sacrifice than most of us will ever be asked to give, whether or not they ended up giving up their lives in the line of duty. So, thank you, Brad, Uncle Doug, Pappap Croft, Robert, Uncle Ted, Uncle Ron, Chuck, Matt, and the millions of other service men and women who put their life on the line (either literally or in the sense that they could have been asked to at any moment) to meet our country’s call.