the tip. I think of all the Iraqi dead and I feel sick.
We stand there with our candles and flowers as 9 out of 10 cars go by wildly honking and waving in support. A man and his son with a Support Our Troops sticker drive slowly by handing out to go cups of coffee. I refuse one and the man says softly , come on, drink on for our boys. I hold back tears.
My friend takes out his harmonica and softly plays TAPS. Now I have to cry.
Today ,Friday, those same crosses are lined up in lthe sand in front of the Nye Beach turnaround 'backed by a sign with a quote from Cindy. Some caring soul has carefully sprinked tobacco on each and every cross.
It is fittingly enough , a foggy day . Sadly , most of the tourist either pointedly ignore the crosses or eve worse , dont seem to see them.
Once again I cry.