It seems that every time I get worked up enough to write about something, someone beats me to the punch. Not too long ago I got an email about the men who guard the Tomb of the Unknowns. My spidey sense immediately began to tingle at catch phrases "for life," "swear an oath," and "never." So I googled up the National Cemetery website and the Tomb of the Unknown's site and verified my suspicions. Someone felt it necessary to embellish the already interesting story of these tomb guards by injecting a bunch of hyperbole and outright untruths. Isn't their job honorable enough without all the claptrap? It seems like I'm getting more of these sorts of emails lately. About the time I got a good rant worked up to write, I found this site as I looked for sources. Go there. They do it well enough. I don't have to reinvent the wheel.
May has been just about enough to wear a body out. We came out of April with unseasonably warm, beautiful weather, then dove into a week and a half of March rain. Once we shook that off, the gnats came out in attack mode, and the temps shot into the nineties. Between our family activities and my commitments at work, we've churned through three choir concerts, two band concerts, two recognition breakfasts, one honors awards night, a camping weekend involving no showers, exchange students from 15 countries and a voyageurs canoe, a junior high dance, two dance shows, and a retirement party. Still left: another campout, a graduation and, sadly, two funerals, one for a young lady gone far too soon.
I also made my semiannual leap of folly into MASC's production of Hello, Dolly! Mrs. Levi ought to keep me out of trouble for a few weeks.
Now it's time to fetch the McKid home from work. Here's hoping I can put my nose above water again soon.