Flip Flops

A Memorial Day tribute

From the Laundry Room

It’s Memorial Day, again.

Honestly, as I get older sometimes things become rote.  Here we go again, another Easter, it’s time for Halloween again.  As we head into summer, it’s another long weekend of flags, boats heading to the lake, and the smell of coals burning.

More often than not, when I get in these modes, slip into going through the motions, something in the universe snaps me out of it.  I’m fortunate that way.  Life pokes me and asks me to pay attention.  I notice, and I listen.

We dropped our son off at the airport today. He is heading to Europe.  Backpack and rail pass in hand, I stood back and watched him check his bag.  He’s eighteen, fresh out of high school, full of life and ready for adventure.

While I was waiting, I noticed another young man, not much older than my son, in fatigues.  His hair cut close to his scalp…

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