I first trod upon the sacred ground of Memorial Day while riding a skittish horse through the cheering throngs of the Memorial Day parade in Fairfield.
There’s no more impossible task than thanking our mothers on Mother’s Day. It’s like thanking the Earth for water; the gift is larger than any act of appreciation.
Arbor Day has an image problem. Despite its importance, it’s become the Fredo Corleone of national holidays.
My wife says it every time we pull up to the supermarket: “We forgot the bags!”