Back when I was a youngster, Memorial Day weekend was always a fishing weekend.
Particularly remember 2 of them...
ONe, I listed to the Indy 500 on the car radio while puking my guts out. Mom, a nurse, wasn't worried, and the fishing continued.
Another one, I had a brand new Professional model white Frisbee. In joyous expectations of retrieving it, I zipped it into the area of the lake where we always swam.
As we left, hours later, I waved a forlorn goodbye to my Frisbee, floating in the reportedly water moccasin infested cove of the lake. Mom WAS worried about that!!!
Now days, it's just another weekend, with a bit of time taken out to quietly thank all those vets and active duty warriors out there. Although, come to think of it, it IS a tradition to do a rack of ribs and corn on the cob. Must buy some ribs!!