By Andy Young
Special to The Windham Eagle
Some holidays merit celebrating more than others do.
Two of America’s ten federally designated days off from work,
Christmas and New Year’s Day, occur within a week of one another. Add New
Year’s Eve, and you’ve got three great excuses for rejoicing. No wonder that
eight-day period is considered the culmination of the “holiday season.”
For the rest of the year, though, respites from the daily routine are few and far between. The six Monday holidays (Martin Luther King Jr. Day, President’s Day, Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day and Indigenous Peoples/Columbus Day) are always separated from one another by at least four weeks. And while Veteran’s Day (Nov. 11) and Thanksgiving (fourth Thursday in November) fall just 11 days apart every six years or so, the fact remains: celebrating back-to-back holiday weekends in the same calendar year isn’t possible.
But who decides what constitutes a holiday? What about
Halloween, Flag Day, and St. Patrick’s Day? Or Earth Day, Juneteenth, and Cinco
de Mayo? What right does society have to limit the opportunities of law-abiding
and productive citizens to commemorate special occasions?
This coming Saturday and Sunday will comprise, at least in my
house, a second successive holiday weekend.
Last Saturday was my birthday, an occasion which always
provides a dandy reason to celebrate. I know something good is going to happen
on the annual anniversary of my birth, which is probably why it always does.
And I appreciate it more with each passing year, especially since a wise and
venerable friend recently reminded me that celebrating a birthday is infinitely
preferable to no longer having the option of doing so.
This year my best birthday gift wasn’t one I got; it was one I
gave. To mark the occasion I got up early, went to the Red Cross at 7 a.m., and
emerged three-ish hours later having donated a load of healthy platelets to
someone I’ll never meet. However, knowing the recipient is going to be as
genuinely happy to receive them as I am about having the ability to give them
means there are a minimum of two people with reason to celebrate Feb. 6 this
year.
I also heard something about there having been a football game
of some significance last weekend, but since my household is television-free, I
cannot verify that as fact. But since Tom Brady’s picture was in Monday’s
newspaper, I’m assuming he just won another Super Bowl. I was a little
confused, though, about the uniform he was wearing. When did the Patriots
change their team colors?
I’m a lot less enthusiastic about this weekend’s “holiday.”
Valentine’s Day doesn’t exactly sneak up on anyone, particularly since the
displays featuring candy hearts and lacey doilies started going up in all the
local drug stores at about 12:01 a.m. on Dec. 26. Like most men my age who
don’t own stock in Hallmark or Godiva Chocolates, I’m not a big fan of St.
Valentine. But for many people his day is a special one, so I will be
respectful and vicariously enjoy the occasion through others while observing it
in a way that will not only be pragmatic, it will accurately reflect my
personal opinion of the day.
At 10 a.m. on Feb. 14, I will be meeting with a CPA to find
out how much income tax I’ll be paying this year.
There are probably more appropriate ways for me to observe the
shameless cash grab that lobbyists for the candy and greeting card industries pass
off as a holiday. But hospitals don’t
perform colonoscopies on Sundays.
And I don’t need a root canal. <
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