When I was little; May Day was brightly colored baskets put together with paste and construction paper strips. We left them by neighbor’s doors as I recall. When I grew up; we danced around the May Pole. Then as an adult I learned about Northern European fertility rituals come the spring. The Russian Revolution gave us International Worker’s Day. When I worked in a law library they gave me Law Day.
Now as an old man, Donald Trump wants to give me Patriots’ Day. I’m old enough to know that the best patriots are dead patriots, because great men are almost always bad men