happy memorial day

So, last night i began a blog.

this morning i woke up and was struck, blindsided if you will, by a random memory.
Provo, Utah. Last summer. Pioneer Day. the street was deserted. not even the proverbial turtle crossing the road. i was alone, under a tree, next to a bus stop, waiting (surprise) for a bus. i had been waiting for half an hour, having (or so i assumed) barely missed the last bus. i looked at my watch. "seems a little later than usual," was the naive supposition.
and then, it came to me.
"It's PIONEER DAY!" I screamed (literally) at the empty street.
And as I started WALKING to work (a good hour away) all I could think was, "It's not even a REAL holiday."

It's NOT a REAL holiday, people. Honestly, Provo.
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alexa composed a haiku on the topic:
here i am alone
where have all the buses gone?
it's pioneer day!