Have a great Memorial Day weekend!

Have a great Memorial Day weekend!

America is hope. It is compassion. It is excellence. It is valor. – Paul Tsongas

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God such men lived. – General George S. Patton

I’m not sure if it’s a matter of appropriately adjusting my Facebook feed, but whatever the reason, I’ve been spared from being bombarded by all those self-serving sanctimonious posts about Memorial Day being more than beer, picnics, and sporting events. When you self-righteously hammer us over the head with yours, or anyone else’s service, (State Rep Stefanie Kifowit) just to feel a little better about yourself, it tends to undermine those patriotic endeavors.

As a journalist sworn to pursue the truth, I fully understand that the ability to write what I write, free from the fear of being tossed in a jail cell with no hope of release, is a relatively new historical phenomenon. I have no interest in adding “political prisoner” to my already broad resume. So, no day passes without considering the brave men and women who fought and died to ensure my right to write.

For me, every day is Memorial Day.

I also believe the great General Patton hit the mark when he essentially said those brave souls should be celebrated and not mourned. And what better way to celebrate those who gave all than by enjoying the very freedoms they so selflessly provided. If that means going to a barbecue, heading off to Wrigley Field, or hoisting a Sam Adams in their honor, then you can count on me being with you in spirit.

And speaking of “spirits,” let’s also not forget the gendarmes will be out in full force to crack down on those who’ve celebrated a little too much. You can never go wrong by appointing a designated driver.

As for me, I’m going to relax, garden, cook a bit, and replay some of history’s most famous battles on the PC. That means there will be no new Tuesday column. But since I’d never let my adoring throng down, I will run a couple of fascinating passages from The Curmudgeon: or how I learned to stop worrying and love the pandemic.

I SWEAR this is the very LAST edit. Who knew that non-fiction books with the word “diary” in the title were literary poison?

Meanwhile, my fondest wish is for you to celebrate Memorial Day in whatever manner makes it most meaningful to you. The First Ward will be back with new content next Thursday.

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