Help me stand

They’re scheduling back-to-back funerals in Uvalde this week, even as Republicans up and down the food chain deflect from any kind of commonsense gun legislation.

So today’s earworm is Eric Clapton’s “Tears in Heaven”.

 

Trompe l'oeil

Okay, this vanity plate-car combination takes puckishness to a whole new level.

They’ve removed all the Prius branding, swapped in a Lexus logo and topped it off with a Ferrari dealership plate holder.

Well played, people. Well played.

 

Neighbors

Came across this family out for breakfast on my walk yesterday. Thought you might like to say, “hi.”

 

Oh, dear

Saw these on my morning walk Sunday and thought, “Welp, someone’s really, really unhappy.”

Although, tbh, I’m kinda surprised that $50K doesn’t buy more than cheap plastic wheel covers.

Anyway, they were gone by yesterday morning.

 

 

Gratitude Monday: Room for the dead

On this Memorial Day, I’m grateful for the sacrifices of the men and women who have served this country in uniform over the centuries. Who—volunteer or conscript, professional or amateur—fought and died because the nation called upon them to do so.

Unlike grocery shoppers in Buffalo or school children in Uvalde, they stepped knowingly into danger, but it doesn’t make their sacrifice any less painful for their loved ones. It seems fitting that we spend at least one day a year honoring them.

There will be hundreds of people out at Arlington National Cemetery today, including many visiting Section 60, where the most recent arrivals are laid to rest. Families and friends will set up lawn chairs by graves, share a year’s worth of news and gossip, maybe drink a toast. It’s like El Día de Muertos, only in a lot of languages.

Some of the graves are so new they have no stone markers yet. But they will.