From the roost, the chickens inaugurate the Memorial Day Weekend. The weekend is about remembering the men and women who have given their lives in our wars, and I will do that. For me, it also means taking some time to remember the parts of my life that I have lost, changed or wish to remember. I do not value nostalgia, and once I learned that everyone in the world is as frightened of things as I was and sometimes am, I have stopped telling my pity and struggle stories, or tried, and also learned to say goodbye to those parts of me that slept through life, and shrank and diminished my existence. I will remember those things this weekend also.