It was a typical Memorial Day weekend. Painting, yard work, porch-step repair, cleaning out the barn, some father-son-son fishing and, of course, walking with the kids and their youth lacrosse buds in the parade from the American Legion to the ceremony at Veterans Hill in Woodlawn Cemetery. The bells for our fallen, 21 gun salute and Taps bringing me to silent tears as they always do.
It was a hot weekend. Slow. Heavy. Thick. Hot.
Thankfully, we had the antidote.