I celebrated Memorial Day in several ways.
I went to the beach and laid shamelessly in the sun for several hours.
I ate tortilla chips and salsa. Which for some reason is now somehow more American than Mexican.
I just so happened to paint my toenails green.
I read Kurt Vonnegut's Man Without a Country. Which is uproariously funny. And also very sad. And in which he says this: "How beautiful it is to get up and go out and do something. We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different."
He also says this:
"By saying that our leaders are power-drunk chimpanzees, am I in danger of wrecking the morale of our soldiers fighting and dying in the Middle East? Their morale, like so many lifeless bodies, is already shot to pieces. They are being treated, as I never was, like toys a rich kid got for Christmas."