As the musket smoke drifted away, approximately 150 volunteers collected Christmas wreaths and headed into Section P, placing a single wreath on each marker. Within 15 minutes nearly all the 1,140 markers had a Christmas wreath.

This morning, I read about the death of Yogi Berra. With his passing, some of my fondest memories of childhood returned.

As I slid along the pavement at 20 mph, I was not feeling much gratitude toward the person who cut me off; that would come later.