I guess I musta blinked and somehow another nine months has slipped by and once again it’s Memorial Day and the start of Touron Season.
Seems like just yesterday it was September and they were all leaving.
Almost overnight our sleepy little island has been afflicted herpes-like with herds of frantically vacationing sun-screen-slathered tourons noisily packing our beaches and parking lots and leaving them strewn with garbage, half-eaten food, and dirty diapers.
But enough about them for right now.
Memorial Day means many things to many people. If you’re in the military or have lost a loved one fighting far from home it is a special day of remembrance- as it probably should be for all of us. For too many of us though, Memorial Day just means a Monday off and burgers on the ‘barbie.
Shallow and sad, but true.
So, being fairly shallow and sad ourselves, after we endure another day today at our touron clogged beach, Miss Carol and me are gonna make us some Jucy Lucy’s.
It’s easy- simply roll out two very thin hamburger patties for each burger, quarter a slice of American (its Memorial Day, remember?) cheese and place the quarters in the center of one patty, covering it with the second patty, and crimping the edges to seal in the cheesy goodness.
Then grill ’em, pop ’em on a bun with pickles, mayo, and grilled onions, garnish with a cold beer and enjoy while you gaze out over the hordes of sunburnt and sandy tourons and dream of Labor Day.
(photo courtesy(?) of Flickr)
Years ago when I lived at 27th and Baltic, I would both look forward to and dread Memorial Day. I liked it because yea summer…but I also knew the tourists (or tourons ~ perfect word by the way) would be arriving en masse. I remember if we wanted to get away from the noise and traffic we had to go between 70th and 80th for some peace and quiet. May not be that way now…that was a log time ago.
Now there’s no getting away. We’re overrun. Help.