Memorial Day Weekend Memories
We didn’t get much of a break weather-wise over the three-day weekend. It sucked because going into the weekend, I thought about some of my Memorial Day memories. Growing up, Memorial Day weekend was the weekend where we were dragged from our beds on Saturday morning to plant the garden. We had a big garden, and we were rudely awakened by my dad who wasn’t messing around. Five minutes after we opened our eyes, we were in the dirt. Tomatoes, peppers, cukes, eggplant… …and on and on. Of course, there was plenty of banter. Sometimes there were fights. There were a lot of laughs. And by noon, we were usually free. We’d swim, and play hoops. When we got older, we introduced beer to the event. The Yankee game was on in the garage. And then the grill got going. My father was an excellent cook, and his chicken and ribs were standard fare. I have no idea how much money he spent on food, but there was always plenty. The neighbors would stop by and by the time we sat down for dinner there were us...