I love blue sky days, especially after the short, dark winter days in the Pacific NW. What you see is a photo actually taken a week ago, when we thought we were in for a beautiful Memorial Day weekend after all. Well, that didn't materialize. Memorial Day was cold, w/ low clouds and rain. It was especially a bad day for this kind of weather because all of us wanted to attend at least one Memorial Day ceremony to honor those who died so that we might live free and also to honor all the men and women who have served in the past and are serving right now today. Some of the flyovers during the ceremonies were delayed due to the heavy clouds, but the jets did appear. John's Uncle Syd was the youngest Ace in WW I and also flew in WW II, as did a second, younger Uncle. John's brother was on the dock in San Diego, a Navy pilot about to depart for duty in the Pacific when WW II ended. How fortunate that all three were able to return home. We should always think of those who did not and the families who would not see their loved ones again. War is a terrible thing. Sometimes it is necessary. How many wars in history have been fought for the right reasons?
