In addition to remembering those we've lost, it never hurts to consider those we so gloriously have. Fittingly so, this day tends to include both sunlight and barbecue: both addictively pleasant and equally celebratory.
But when today ceases to be and pre-dawn lingers, most will resume Tuesday's auto-pilot, often-times forgetting what the day before brought.
Which brings me to what I've been spotting all day: personalized plates. And though I'm not sure I'd drive around town with "V8 JUICE" or "RLRCSTER" on the back of my Element, I do respect anyone who dares be original.
And what screams "me" more than a silver Mercedes flaunting "NODECAY"?