Memorial Day:

A day to remember the fallen, or a day to remember the barbecue sauce?

These days it's mostly the latter, I'm afraid. I remember as a kid going to the cemetary with my parents each Memorial Day. We would clip the grass around the gravestones and plant geraniums. I always felt an odd sensation of timelessness. One time, my father stood in front of grandpa's headstone and cried.
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