Another Memorial Day Weekend. We cheer on the living. A parade marches past near my house every year. The street is closed off, the parade, earnest. It's gotten bigger since 9/11. The old solders, those tattooed WWII vets with untold stories we may never hear, are passing away, only a few still march. The Vietnam vets, our brothers and uncles, are now old men. Most of the marchers are children, shriners or marching bands. We'll lose a few guys in Iraq this week, most likely. Their families will morn them. Meanwhile, summer comes in and life goes on. The columbines are blooming. Another another parade another summer.

Photos by Eleanor Ramsay. Click on them to see larger version.