"On this Memorial Day
We sit out on our decks and party
Three days we've got off from work
With burgers on the barbie
But if you take a moment to reflect
Away from your party scene
The radio will remind you
What this day truly means
It's time to save, I said save, on a waterbed
It's time to choose a great mattress
at an even greater price
I got two words for you, that's "Tire Sale"
We got rock bottom prices,
and the time is running out
You get one full year, that's right, one full year
No interest, no payments
There's no way you should miss this sale
This could be the Memorial Day weekend
you enjoy for years
And, oh yes, something about guys that died for our country"
-- Heywood Banks
I know I had things I was going to write about, but I can't seem to remember any of them now.
I debated about heading out to a parade for a bit. (I'm not good at this sort of thing, as you can probably tell.) I finally decided that the people who died did so for me to live, and to attend a parade in their honor probably wouldn't be as good a use of the time as banging (writing|code|etc.) out. So I did. I even ran the idea past my father, who seemed to think it was a fine idea. He's a vet, so I consider that tacit approval from those honored.
