Another Memorial Day. I took the trumpeter to maybe the last event. She's not taking band next year.
The downtown square will be closed, of course, and the detour is posted. Oh, the irony of it all. HTWP stands for Hudson Township something. Hudson Township was annexed by Hudson, oh, about 1990. It no longer exists, except in equipment.
Chairs lining the square as we went to the high school. Uncle Tom was there, in his Vietnam Vet cap, I'm sure. He always shows up early, to watch everything. We didn't see him, but Laura found him, for a ride home.
Coming home, the chairs are beginning to fill, about nine in the beautiful morning. The police were beginning to close SR303. Instead of waiting, not knowing how long to be let through, I turned left from the center lane and took another route home.
Flags everywhere. Lining side walks. Flying from front porches. How proud we are!
One thousand, four hundred seventy five immigrant children unaccounted for last year. Swept from their parent's arms. Sleeping on concrete floors, surrounded by wire fence. Daily, children lifted away, put in child seats and driven off, no forwarding address. No tissue for any tears or screams.
One hundred one mass shootings in America this year. Ten students killed in the last high school shooting in Santa Fe, Texas. Five thousand seven hundred death by gun violence. One thousand three hundred children to age seventeen, killed by gunfire.
Perhaps America is waging war on children. This can't be the America I know, but it's the America that's happening. The America that cares is close to out of time to re-enact the Bill of Rights and the Constitution, One Nation, with Liberty and Justice for All. If you do nothing else, Vote.