Memorial Day

I went to a baseball game on Memorial Day. My oldest son played a game for his school. It was a beautiful day, one of those Americana days. Baseball, Hot Dogs, bright son.

Being Memorial Day we had a moment of silence before the National Anthem. Looking at the boys lined up on the foul line ( not touching the chalk please) I wished for my camera. Their heads bowed their numbers lined up with the flag in the distance over centerfield would be a perfect shot.

Then a better one came into view. Beyond centerfield a group was playing volleyball at a net set up in the park beyond the field. When the National Anthem started the players, many of them shirtless and in shorts stopped what they were doing and turned to the flag we were turned at ( thus facing us), stopped their game and paid their respects to the flag as well.

It was moving. Maybe in my middle age I am more sentimental about such things but it choked me up. So much is wrong with this country it can make one feel like we may never see things get better.

Small moments like this however make me see that we should have hope.