Well, that’s that. A holiday goes by pretty fast once it shows up, doesn’t it? I’ve always thought of a holiday as a flashbulb, catching a moment of kodachrome, leaving a gray semi-dark behind it.

Flashbulb is an archaic term. Back in my day, we didn’t have electronic flash yet, let alone digital cameras. You went to the store and bought film and flashbulbs. Well, it’s romantic, but that stuff didn’t work too well, did it?

Mom cooked a fantastic meal. All the trimmings. Wonderful. I dozed off watching football, despite drinking coffee. Same as it ever was.

I was thinking this evening about how thankful I am to live in such a great country, one of the best. It’s like an old and dear grandfather to me. And like so many of our venerable older folks, it’s opinionated, confused, sometimes smelly after a long day, and in dim light often in need of a little helping finding its way.

God bless.