Friday

I find myself still sitting on the front porch after the buses have run. This will be my last morning bus run till fall. Today ends another school year, and the grandkids will be home for the summer.

This morning has been a morning of train whistles, mockingbird songs and heavy machinery beeping. I can actually see some of the bright yellow machines moving back and forth between me and the bypass.

It’s the Friday before memorial Day. On Sunday we’ll do hamburgers and hot dogs for the grandkids and the kids. Come Monday I think I will actually practice to the name of the day. I shall spend my time thinking about those who have sacrificed to the ultimate.

I have a feeling that I’ll also find myself thinking about the youngest of us who have sacrificed, or been sacrificed, on that fiction the freedom. Two different groups of people, taken from their families, their communities… Taken all before their time.

Everyone have a great weekend… I don’t know if I’ll have anything to say in the next couple of days… If I do, y’all will be the first to know… I’ll catch you on the other side.