This weekend our family decided to see what all the fuss was about at our community's yearly RIB-FEST. Due to baseball/softball commitments or scheduled family vacations, we've never been able to go in years past and we were determined to go this time. When it was all over we came home with one neat memory. Our girls (11 and 9) got on the National Guard rock-climb and quickly strutted up to the top on all three sides to ring the bell. I'm not saying that our kids are better than other kids (but they are--deal with it!), but our girls made it look easy. Miss Sniz and I had no idea that our girls were part monkey (although it doesn't surprise me). We witnessed many other kids moving at a snail's pace up the wall and most did not make it to the top. The National Guard volunteers were so impressed that they signed them up for active duty.
Later that evening there were fireworks and we could see them from our back porch. All in all, it was a very nice day. However, as the fireworks were shooting off and we were "ooh-ing" and "ah-ing" I got to thinking about how strange this whole thing was. We just participated in an entire day devoted to...RIBS. We didn't go back and look at our community's history (there really isn't any to speak of, anyway) or remember our troops. We didn't pull together resources to help out those who are needy or have been afflicted by the recent floods. We didn't celebrate our heritage or even the birthday of a military hero or public servant. We celebrated RIBS in all their glory.
God Bless Ribs!?!