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Yesterday was Memorial Day and I thought I would just write about my day and a little about Memorial Day itself.  Every year I have to get up early to go to a Memorial Day parade in Lowell.  This year I went to bed really early and got about 13 hours of sleep so I was well rested the next morning.  For some reason, every year on memorial is the hottest day of the year so far.  The parade is really small with only a few people marching, the very small fort Frye high school marching band, and the 4-H club on a trailer pulled by my grand fathers tractor.  The reason we go every year is because my grand father is a past commander on the American Legion in Lowell so he is charge of leading the march of veterans and shouting commands.  So every year I go watch them do the same Memorial Day ceremony at the cemetery.  This year was so hot that I felt bad for my aging grand father marching five miles in 90-degree weather.  It’s pretty impressive that he can still do that.  After it was all over, I went up to his house to replace the chain and sprockets on my four-wheeler and then ride it around a little bit.  He was drunk from having shots at the bar with his veteran buddies.  The advice he gave me was that the first amendment is that you have the right to protect yourself and that you’re not an American unless you have a gun.