Operation Inigo Montoya

This weekend, looking at the newspapers Memorial Day section, it occurred to me that one of my friends from college, Craig, had been in the Guard; Of course, this means that he is likely serving active duty.

His name was not in the list of the Wisconsin fallen; I am grateful for that.

Our values in the past several years had diverged; he had become increasingly, stridently rightwing, while I, of course, had remained ever the fuzzy thinking librul. Ironically enough, he had remained a blue collar working type while I started a business and became a 'pillar of the community' (or at least a big ol log). The hardest part was his decision to develop an unreasoning hatred for a mutual friend; I would not choose between them and when faced with the potential for encountering this friend at social events, Craig sort of...faded from my view.


But in any case, he was, and remains, a friend, whatever he may think of me or where my decisions have taken me.

Craig, I hope you're well and will be able to come home, along with the rest of your brothers in arms. The best reflection of Memorial Day would be for no more Americans to lose their lives on foreign sands.