Memorial Day

More than flowers adorn the graves in Section 60. Visitors of all faiths have picked up the ancient Jewish tradition of leaving a small stone on the headstones to show that a visitor had been to the grave. In most cases these are pebbles found near the grave. But some people have taken to leaving colored glass beads or elaborately painted stones with shamrocks or words like “hero.”

Some mementos leave one to wonder about the story behind them. Like the headstone topped by a tiny bottle of Tabasco hot sauce. Or a set of dog tags with a name that didn’t match the name on the headstone.

 There is another topped by a small Lego toy, perhaps left by a child whose father died in a far-off land before they even knew each other. Or the grave adorned with an empty bottle of Bud Light, a rubber duck and a candle.

Nearby an empty Wild Turkey bottle is the lone addition to the grave of a soldier who died in a country where drinking alcohol is strictly forbidden.

The two best Memorial Day items I’ve read come courtesy of an Ambulance Driver and Jurrasic Pork

In closing: Job search ID theft scam; looks like I accidentally got in front of the “how are faceless health insurance bureaucrats better than government bureaucrats” logic; health care and the employer tax exclusion; oh, let’s keep with this health care theme; and it turns out that last week’s “terror plot” — while a little more plausible than the Fort Dix 6 — was poorly planned, completely FBI supervised, and had its roots in our broken health care system; I’ll take my bourbon in a bourbon flavor, please; “reducing abortions” doesn’t necessarily mean what you think it does; vaccinations are a good thing; and the unemployment/foreclosure feedback loop.

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