Memorial Day Weekend

Bicycle ride. Monaco Grand Prix. Chianti. Dog walks. Porterhouse. Church. Ice cream shop. Stair Master. Farmer's market. Indianapolis 500. Blueberries and cantaloupe. Shoe store. Margaritas. Sunshine. Grocery store. Coca-Cola 600. Iced tea. Schell's beer. Lawn mowing.

The flag is flying.

I am often beating my brains out wishing for what I don't have, when in fact, I lack nothing. Here's what it's like to go without:

I don't know the Brandls, but they lived less than two miles from my house, which makes this anything but anonymous for me. Here's the backstory.

The lesson is never forget, and pay close attention to what you might me throwing away.