That day again

I'm not going to say much of anything. Others have done so more than I can in various places on the web. However:

• We are still here...despite the efforts of Bush/ChaneyCo.
• We are still Americans, still making an effort at being a Democracy.
• In spite of things like the Iraq War and the Patriot Act and the Wiretapping and the Torture, we haven't *completely* thrown out the Constitution, and I am cautiously optimistic that we might make it through and come out able to fix things on the other side.

Tonight on my way home from work (late, because I ALWAYS end up working late these days), I was stopped by a procession of motorcycles. Initially I thought it was a funeral procession (they were treating it as one), and I did see a flag-covered casket being towed by one of the motorcycles - but mostly it was bikers with flags streaming off their bikes, heading down towards the Circle. I haven't been able to find anything about it on the local news. I just know that seeing that flag-draped casket choked me up as I remembered.

The last vehicle in the procession was a fire truck, lights and sirens on, waving to those of us who had been stopped. I gave them a big thumbs up.

I refuse to bring politics into this post, mostly because I am angered so much by those who use it for their own purposes.

But what is remembered, lives.