This is what happens when you're unemployed. You forget the date.
So here we are, a day late, extending our best wishes for a happy Juneteenth to all African-American and black people in the United States.
Miffed because we missed the downtown parade and the FOOD!!! that comes with it. All those cool Papas and Mamas doin' the street-vendor thing, good, greasy, hot, salty junk food.
OTOH, let's be honest. It's been in the 90s all damn week, and you'd need a refrigerated bodysuit and a bad case of insanity to want to go downtown and walk around on the hot asphalt.
Guess we can put up a cat pitcher: