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A tribute to the other folks in uniform
Coming home from a short stint of coaching high school baseball in Oregon, I could not help but notice a minor injustice served upon many of the service people of our country.
A typical holiday Monday morning in the life of a homeschooler will involve the inevitable beseeching of a certain mother to “take the trash to the end of the driveway before it’s too late.” You must not chance the possibility that a noble servant will do their job on a day ironically dedicated to those in green. Never mind that you’ve graduated from college, having a hiatus of employment is, in effect, a reinstatement of said homeschool status.
Rushing to the end of the driveway at 11:14 a.m., mud splashing on my legs, I deposited my wasted material at the end, once again hoping to the garbage gods that this was no act in vain.
And yet, coming home later in the evening, feeling the heavy lightness of my plastic canister, I could not help but be thankful to the many people who have sacrificed a holiday without recognition. I would like to salute you, garbage man/woman/soldier. To you I wish a belated Memorial Day.