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Memorial means to “remember” and every year on the last Monday in May, we honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice with their lives in the line of active military service while protecting and defending the country they loved. For those of you that have family members and close friends who died fighting for our freedoms, we can know they perished for a cause greater than their own.

During my childhood, the lengthening days of spring which gave way to summer were thick with humidity and with opportunity. Lightning bugs affirmed the approach of June, July and August when the school doors would close, and the refrigerator doors would open wide with lemonade and Jell-O.

Everyone who has ever watched a track meet knows the absolute critical nature of the baton exchange. There are many dynamics involved in putting together a successful relay team. Arranging the runners in a strategic order, especially the anchor (last sprinter) is a key decision. Of course, speed is most obvious.

Growing up in Dallas we moved a lot. The reasons were not often good, which resulted in me having very few childhood memories. Yet there was one that still comes to mind. It was about greyhounds chasing jackrabbits.

When you’re at Lake Oconee, Ga., and you offer to buy your five college friends a slice of Buttermilk Pie “as seen in Southern Living,” it will take your appetite away to reach for your credit card and find it missing from your wallet.

Thursday evening was warm but breezy, and a crowd in the hundreds gathered at Lion Memorial Stadium for the annual, intra-squad scrimmage. Fans are always interested in the preview of the football team that will suit up in maroon and white come the fall season.

One of the hardest to understand phrases uttered by the national media over the past two years has been stated often by the Democratic Party. It’s almost as though the journalists using the term are not aware that, with our own two eyes, we can see the buildings on fire, the glass shattering, hundreds of protesters looting stores along with reports of deaths during what they call peaceful protests.

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Shakespeare may have penned that sentiment but the generations following him have worn the blush off.

Thursday evening was a wonderful moment. Following the previous night and morning of stormy weather, filled with thunder, power outages and a deluge of showers, came sunny skies and a respite with mild temperatures.

Efforts to govern the freedom of speech have picked up speed in Washington. Why the hurry? Does the Department of Homeland Security have a chicken in the oven? The timing is highly suspicious, don’t you think?