Memorial Day, 2021

“Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.” —Winston Churchill

As we do on this day each year, we pause to remember the men and women who died fighting for our freedom. We stand by humbly, gratefully, silently, to honor their sacrifice.

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Ensure that they have not died in vain – refuse to be enslaved. It’s the least we can do.

Now get out there and fire up the grills, those burgers, dogs and ribs aren’t going to cook themselves!

And don’t forget the ‘tater salad! It wouldn’t be the unofficial start of the summer food pyramid without it. And while today once marked the official sanctioning of white shoe season, I don’t think that’s true anymore. In fact, I’m not sure you can wear white shoes at all…ever.

They are a racist symbol of imperial dogs.