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It was first made a national law in 1894, and is often celebrated with a street parade. It usually marks the end of summer vacations and is considered to be the last hoorah before the onset of Autumn. Many people use the day for family get-togethers, and barbecues abound. In my case a hurricane almost ruined our plans, but rain or shine, dogs and burgers, the menu of the day.
On national holidays my last security job usually sent me to watch a factory that made stuff out of aluminum.
:I agree with Dobrien about writing something. I think that you all ready have a book started that sounds pretty funny. Since you are retired, give it a go.
HAPPY COMMUNISTS DAY
Sincerely DOB
My memory is jogged about one of my less glamorous semi-retired security posts of watching the cars of a church choir practice. I was parked in a parking lot between that church and a crack house.
One day a church grounds keeper told me that some street gangster fired a burst into the air with an AK and drove on about half an hour before I got there.
My guess was that he was just marking his territory that had something to do with that crack house or something.
About a month later a supervisor came by and asked if I had a gun. I had a .45 in my glove compartment but lied. She said that was good because I was not supposed to have a gun and drove on.
Yeah, right. I'm the only white dude in a rough black neighborhood assigned to protect the cars of a choir practice and I can't have a gun. Lying about a gun in a ghetto ain't the same as bearing false witness against thy neighbor so the heck with that.
Another day a young man came by on a bicycle. He told me he wanted the pastor to give him a package of hot dogs and a loaf of bread.
I pointed at the sign of an empty parking placed marked "pastor" and described that scene so as to clearly reveal that the pastor was not there.
The young man peddled on and I never ever saw him again. Never ever saw him before either.
I had other posts elsewhere. One was all night every Wednesday. All that came to an end November of 2013. .
I became fully retired that year in time to enjoy Thanksgiving and Christmas without being sent to watch some place of business somewhere.
Happy Lday