Uncharacteristically feeling kinda un"honor the fallen" for this MeMDay. That change is as unpleasant as a morning fart. Can't understand why I'd consider even for a minute that people sign up and pay the price with their life or body parts like police or firemen. Guessing maybe it's just nausea from the Rolling Thunder Faux Noos crap. Hopefully, it's not hardening of the shit happens excuse for negligent indifference. The sit-right-down-and-write-myself-a-letter calling is steeped in quell the crap . Not that Remembering is gauche, it's more about awareness than correctness. Like the: Knock, knock - who's there? - Viet Nam - Viet Nam who? - YOU WEREN'T FUCKING THERE, MAN! Those years were sadder than the last 10 since The War on Terror was declared. Guess you had to be there. Station in life is not like East Falls or Piccadilly Square. Mine is more like the Station Agent movie, except for the little person. Patricia Clarkson is like Rula Lenska, man. You need who she represents in your life or you ain't shit. Never thought I'd resort to you ain't shit here. I got one of those Walmart people emails that fortunately was missing the attached images. Send me pictures of Ryan Gosling singing "You Always Hurt the One You Love" - Ixnay on more Walmart people pix - K?