It’s here. The finale to the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. This movie is on my agenda for the weekend. It’s a series that both my kids and I have thoroughly enjoyed – watching the DVD of parts one and two on numerous occasions. Depp and Keith Richards happen to be on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine this month and the interview with the two of them humors me. It’s amazing how Disney hoped the first Pirates movie would simply reach the teenage demo, but how it immediately drew fans of all ages – especially middle-aging adults like me. I don’t even LIKE fantasy stuff, but there’s just something about Depp and Bloom and Rush (and Kiera Knightly) with swords and rum that keeps my attention.
Today also forces me to recognize the fact that I’m a scant nine days away from my first ever sprint triathlon and wishing I had another few weeks to prepare. I’m suppose to be in my easing off week, yet I feel I need a lengthy ride, run and swim followed by a brick or two to truly say I’m ready. I know I can finish the race, it’s just a matter of pride now. Can I finish in under two hours? One hour 45 minutes? I’ll know a week from Sunday!
Memorial Day weekend is here and I’m wondering what happened to May? It’s a blur. School will dismiss on June 8 and camping season is on top of us. I actually look forward to pitching the tent and building a campfire on one of these upcoming cool June evenings, then waking at dawn and biking 40 miles before 9 a.m. That is a vacation to me. I revel in those quiet mornings with nothing but the click of the derailer and sun on my back. Nothing’s better! Of course on Memorial Day morning I’ll be thinking of those who gave their life for our country and the young men and women who currently serve in a war that seemingly has worn out its welcome everywhere except in D.C. Time, as is always the case, will tell if this administration helped or hurt the United States in the eyes of the world. I hope it’s not irreparable damage.
When I was in high school, each Memorial Day would find me in my band uniform (including spats) carrying a drum and marching with 200 other kids playing patriotic music and guiding right for five miles until we reached Riverside Cemetery. There we played the National Anthem and our two best trumpeters would duet on “Taps” as new flags were presented by the local VFW in honor of those veterans who had passed in the previous 12 months. I never thought much about the assembly and parade that I was part of back then, but as an adult, I think of those days often. When it comes to honor, what could be better than to have served and protected this great country?
Happy Memorial Day everyone.