Those sweet VFW men and women are hardly safe in the King Sooper’s parking lot. Around Memorial Day, I used to get paper poppies outside of the grocery store but not anymore. (I don’t, and I’m not sure how sexual content somehow gets a pass for kindergartners.) My phone and my computer both make sure I’m aware of Pride: I get an unsolicited rainbow flag screen saver and a daily calendar reminder. They don’t mention veterans, but the email from our school district (school’s out for the summer, peeps) asks me to click on a link to explore Pride history with my kids.
I’m going to be real honest: I can’t for the life of me understand how Memorial Day gets a blink of a weekend–a day, actually–of barbecues and appliance sales, yet Pride gets a whole month.
