Yesterday, the wife I attended our small town’s annual parade, with flags and dogs and school kids and a ceremonial salute by a motley squad of vets shooting blanks. Could I see all this in the context of so-often-bruited-as-imminent civil war? No, I couldn’t, but I felt obliged to write something edgy about it. Then I read the tribute by my fellow substacker Lucian K. Truscott IV to his "Grandpa," the late Lt. General Lucian K. Truscott Jr.
Memorial Day, Plus One
Thanks, Roy. We Substackers got to stick together.