To the men and women of the U.S. Armed Forces who died defending the country, I salute you.
Memorial Day is observed on the last Monday of May. Every year since 1971, the President proclaims the day. It was originally called Decoration Day in the 1860s, honoring the fallen during the Civil War. As the nation lost soldiers who died in other wars, the name changed to Memorial Day.
It’s unofficially the start of summer.
Beaches, boating, barbecues. Parties. Fun in the sun.
I won’t be participating in those events this summer. At least, not with groups of people. Not the way I did it last year.
I’m sure I’ll go a beach at some point — but where or when is unknown. It can’t be crowded. That would freak me out. I know people with access to private beaches so maybe there.
I’m not allowed to own a grill so barbecuing isn’t an option. I’ll buy BBQ meats from local restaurants, though. Curbside pickup when available. But going to friends’ homes for BBQ parties? Eeek.
Fun in the sun for sure but for me, myself, and I; and perhaps with close friends and family members who live elsewhere as we stand six feet apart.
As restaurants slowly open up for outdoor dining, count me out. I’ll patronize the restaurant with curbside pickup.
As barbershops and hair salons open up, no thanks. I’ll keep trimming my sideburns and clipping the hair that goes over my ears.
As libraries shortly open up for limited browsing, I’ll order the books from the website and presumably do curbside pickup of those too.
The summer of 2020 will be a first-in-history summer for me.
It’s sad but I know I’m doing the right thing. Similar to the soldiers who died for my country, this is my own form of sacrifice. I have faith that my (in)actions are helping the country.