When I was retired last year, my friends at my former workplace gave me a great send-off by giving me a gift card for my favorite pizzeria. A gift that keeps giving, I had lunch there on Easter Sunday, using some of the credit.
I perambulated around the restaurant before my pizza arrived but I didn't recognize anyone there. But there are people I know that I haven't seen nor heard from in ten years so who knows if I'd recognize them now.
I enjoyed my pie when it arrived, the Italian Pie, a meat-stuffed pizza replete with ham and Genoa salami. Relishing it, I had my fill and left behind a symbolic slice and a swallow of beer.
Having kids like mine, plus an in-law in the mix now, is also a gift that keeps giving. Maybe Memorial Day, eh, JJD&L?