It's pretty quiet today, I guess because it's Memorial Day, which is not only a unifying time to thank American military women and non-women, but also a day when banks are closed and no mail is delivered. I never could understand that. Doesn't our military send letters and need cash? Perhaps with ATMs and e-mail, that's all changed, but I wouldn't really know. When it comes to e-mail, I'm the first to admit I'm kind of retarded.
Bill and I never spent a lot of time observing Memorial Day, because neither he nor I ever spent any time in the military. I would have signed up when I was younger, but at that time
I suspect that not being in the military made Bill feel a little uncomfortable. For example, just after his first
I always made sure I knew about military customs by educating myself before I became a Senator. I must have watched all the reruns of "Sergeant Bilko" and "McHale's Navy" a million times, not to mention suffering through two hours of Ben Affleck in "Pearl Harbor." Believe me, when it comes to saluting, I know my stuff. Sometimes, just to add a personal touch, I curtsy, as well, which is a lot tougher to do in a pants suit, believe me.
We were going to have barbecue food delivered, but Bessie says her favorite rib joint is closed today, so we're just going to order pastrami sandwiches from the Jew deli down the street. Those people know where the money is.