What a glorious day here in NYC. There's nothing like a street fair, with its smells of delicious food (where else can you get Italian sausage, kettle corn, a lobster roll, crepes and fruit smoothies all within a block of each other?), sights (where else can you find jugglers, balloon artists,and booths selling everything from tie dye t-shirts to trees, to eyeglasses to wind chimes?), and sounds (where else can you hear live musicians mingling with recordings of everything from the Grateful Dead to the Doors to Jay Z?). But as I walked past a group of sailors in their white uniforms who were grabbing hot grilled corn, I wondered what Memorial Day meant to them. Were they enjoying Fleet Week in New York, happy to be off their ship and mingling among civilians? Or were they thinking of fallen comrades? It's great to be able to hang out at the beach, in the park, in the backyard or at a street fair, but let's not forget what Memorial Day is really all about. There are so many who have made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. We actually are blessed to live in the land of the free BECAUSE of the brave. So if you see a member of our armed forces this weekend, thank them. And if you have a military family living near by, ask if they need any help. They deserve at least that.
I'm really just a big kid. And I intend on staying that way!