A fond holiday memory. Well, a memory.
Memorial Day.
This was the day, over a decade ago, that I personally validated several of our very fine natural laws, mostly Isaac Newton’s.
Memorial Day, 1995, Lake Secession, South Carolina. A blithely boisterous bonding of friends, food and frolic, punctuated by pork barbecue, parasailing, skiing, sun-bathing and volleyball.
It being yet
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