by Evan Dara
Well, again, that shut everybody down, but eventually the debate started up again and it was pretty good. One man said we don’t need a general ceremony, that we should each do what we feel is right, on our own. A middle-aged woman then came in right quick and said we should put together a Memorial Day event for what’s going on in Iraq, for all the people serving in the war. Sluff!, some younger guy snorted, and then he stomped out, you know how that goes.
All told, most people chipped in, and most of them several times, even modifying or even reversing their own positions as the evening went along. It was interesting. Then, when we – up. Hold on. One moment, please …
Yeah, Lind …
Yeah, there was also a gal who said we should memorialize the beginning of A-burg’s new debate about Memorial Day. Whatever, the evening wound on, with no big conclusions, so we’ve scheduled another meeting for two weeks from Wednesday. Same place. The idea seemed to go down well, and as everyone was filing out and saying goodbye – caps going on, some handshakes – I said out loud Hey: if we don’t conclude anything next time, let’s have the meeting after that one take place on Memorial Day. On the day itself.
Hunh?, someone said.
Yeah, I said. The debate will be the memorial.
Well, a few folks laughed – well, not many – and then everyone left. And that was it for the night. And, well, I, for one, thought the evening was pretty damn OK. Maybe we got something done.
It’s like this. I was a world. I became myself. Who can argue with such expansion?
—And then I—