Memorial Day brings more freedom to one of my cherished activities—running in Dreamland.  For upon this day Dreamland (Lake View Cemetery) postpones closing from 5:30 PM until “dusk” every evening until the end of summer.

I suppose the intent is to allow ghosts to roam out onto the streets later, somewhat less inhibited.  Or perhaps to allow lovers to wander in from the streets, find a warm, cozy pre-dusky secluded niche aside an old tombstone and also get less inhibited.

But I’ll mostly just run (10 miles today) and blog afterwards—as I’m doing now. 

Sitting mystic in the splendid sun-towards-set-light.

Memorial Day.  I’m a vet and alive probably because “my war” didn’t happen.  Other vets who, if alive, would be younger than me, are  buried here in Dreamland because their war did happen.  Or is happening at the moment.

It’s always been the case and, I believe that as long as America is great, it will always be the case that Americans will flock to join to serve our country in time of war—if it is a good war: a war worth dying for.

The malaise that is Iraq has dwindled new recruits in all the services severely of late.  Americans are voting by withholding their enlistments.  So by my logic, either America isn't great anymore or increasing numbers are coming to the realization that this isn’t a good war.  And I’m not giving up on America.  So there.

Where’s Osama bin Waldo?  Time again to revamp and redefine the battle. 

“You bled with Wallace.  Now bleed with me.”