Dean and I stopped for brunch on the way to Ashland. A family came in and sat at the table next to us. They were obviously in the middle of a conversation and the first thing I heard was ". . . and they expected us to lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in the pouring rain. And they had asked us to wear nice clothes." (continued muttering about that request) "We finally got the tour of the White House." (quick change of subject to what grandson was going to have for brunch).
Really??? You are important enough or something has happened around you (like some soldier died) that you have been asked to lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and you are complaining about rain??? This is honoring persons who slogged though rain and mud and faced and finally lost to bullets ~ and you are complaining about rain??? I don't think so. *sigh* We are strange creatures sometimes.