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Two years ago I spent my Memorial Day at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in DC…just me and my camera. It’s such a peaceful and serene place. You can feel the souls of those etched in the wall looking down upon you. Loved ones leave pictures, flags, and memorabilia of those lost.

I made my way down the wall and noticed a group of three Vietnam Vets, all standing at a particular spot on the wall. The most intimidating one, with a long pony tail in Harley Davidson chaps, leather jacket and a bandanna around his head, leaned over and took a pencil rubbing of a name. He broke down and collapsed against the wall sobbing we miss you man, we’ll never forget you, he said.  I don’t know the name of the the gentleman on the wall, or his friends, but I couldn’t help but feel their pain and found tears streaming down my face.  Wars are fought, and lives are lost.  No one should have to go through this, no one should have to feel the pain of losing someone to these wars.  Mothers. Fathers. Sisters. Brothers. Children. Friends. are all affected by the causalities of war, and this man was no different.

I did two rubbings myself. One of Gary L. Jenks and the other of Orlando Torres-Oyola.  I just wanted to give a huge thank you to Gary Jenks, and Orlando Torres-Oyola, those who lost their lives, those who have fought, are fighting and will be fighting for our country. I know many brave young people who are serving our country in the military and my heart goes out to those who have lost love ones, and to those whose loved ones are deployed. I can only hope for every last one of them to return safely.

Thank you for all you do.

Since it’s taken me longer then I thought to post Amanda and Brian’s wedding pics, I thought I owe you something, anything. So here is a tiny sneak peak. The rest will be posted this weekend. Be excited. Be very excited.

I am on a strict burger, pizza, and chicken diet. Although some naysayers like my mom and sister just call it picky.

Before I moved into this apartment I lived at home, and fulfilled my burger diet requirement quite often.
But since moving to this “anti allowed to have grills, anywhere, even in the yard outside the apartment building” building,
the essential part of my diet has declined to almost extinction.

When I saw a sign go up about a block away I was gitty with excitement. “The Burger Joint“, clearly right up my alley. Mom and I tried it today and it definitely made the cut. It’s a small walk up counter place with tables and chairs that serves…well…burgers, fries and shakes. Kind of a modern day Johnny Rockets. You must check out their fries, they are the biggest fries I’ve ever seen, they have to be on steriods.

(Please disregard the quality from the P&S)

I must say that it took ridiculously long to make two burgers(twenty minutes), and the first burger I had was raw, but they made me a new one just as soon as I turned around. Although they still have a few kinks to iron out, all in all it was great. I’m sure I will be a frequent shopper. And the best part is, that on the weekends they are open until 2am!
YES! Now I know where I’m going to eat after work.