By Paul Greenberg
The most vivid memories aren’t those carved in stone but the ones etched in the mind. Memory deepens with the years, the way a river carves through rock, slowly revealing new layers, creating canyons. Sometimes the river overflows its banks. And you tear up. Maybe on an anniversary, or when you hear a certain song, or for no discernible reason at all. And it all comes back.
On this Memorial Day weekend, I think of the old lady in black. She was a fixture of my childhood, never speaking, but always there in one of the little shops up the street just a few doors from our own.
Some of us remember the good ol’ days before FDR and super invasive big brother. People today are always looking for more freebies because they didn’t earn what they’ve already got. They don’t appreciate what was handed to them for free. Over half the population today doesn’t work. They have “positions”.